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I was waiting for a cross-town train
In the London underground
When it struck me
That I've been waiting since birth to find
A love that would look and sound
Like a movie
So I��my plans
I�a camera and a van
And then I��you
"I need you to pretend that��������again"
And you��to
I want so badly to believe
That there is truth, that love is real
And I want life in every word
To the extent that it's absurd
I greased the lens and�the shot
Using a friend
As my stand-in
The script, it called for rain
But it��clear that day
So we���it
The marker snapped
And I�, "Quiet on the set!"
And then called, "Action!"
I���you in a style
Clark Gable would have admired
(I thought it classic)
To the extent that it's absurd�
I know you're wise beyond your years
But do you ever get the fear
That your perfect verse is just a lie
You tell yourself to help you get by?