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You’re a smooth talker
With eyes like lightning
and the radio women
All sing like our mothers
Put away the hairbrush
You may be onto something we don’t know
I read it in the tabloids
At a truck stop in a thunderstorm
You’re an escape artist
In the bathroom mirror
And the autograph seekers
You’ve imagined outside the door
"Yes, we’d like a statement
Is it true you’re now escaping your room?”
From the light out in the basement
We knew that there’d be trouble coming soon
Intuition
Mathematics
Invisible audience
Ten hit records
List through your tin can
“Has the rope cut circulation to your tune?”
I fashioned myself after you
From my suicide that left them puzzled
The greatest songs I’ll never hear
From a band you started in your mind
Leave us hanging on your legend
As you exit through the tape recorder
Reel to Reel
With eyes like lightning
and the radio women
All sing like our mothers
You may be onto something we don’t know
I read it in the tabloids
At a truck stop in a thunderstorm
In the bathroom mirror
And the autograph seekers
You’ve imagined outside the door
Is it true you’re now escaping your room?”
From the light out in the basement
We knew that there’d be trouble coming soon
Mathematics
Invisible audience
Ten hit records
“Has the rope cut circulation to your tune?”
I fashioned myself after you
From my suicide that left them puzzled
From a band you started in your mind
Leave us hanging on your legend
As you exit through the tape recorder
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I think these are the correct lyrics (for the most part):
You're a smooth talker with eyes like lightning. On the radio we will all sing like our mothers.
Put away the hairbrush and name me off something you don't know. I read it in the tabloid at a truck stop in a thunderstorm.
You're an escape artist in the bathroom mirror. And the autograph seekers you'd imagined outside the door:
"Yes we'd love a statement. Is it true you're now escaping in your room? From the light out in the basement we knew that there'd be trouble coming soon."
Intuition. Mathematics. Invisible audience. Ten hit records.
Listen through your tin can as the rope cuts circulation to your tune. I fashioned myself after you from my suicidal-led proposal. The greatest songs I'll never hear from a band you started in your mind. Leave us hanging on your legend as your exit through the tape recorder, reel to reel.
It's actually "Yes we'd like a statement, is it true you're now escaping your room"