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Album: Balls to Picasso

Cyclops

We all have secret lives
In our secret rooms,
Living in our movies,
humming our own tunes

Living life in camera,
When the night is closing down,
Sliding into darkness,
You could be like me

Where are you going?
What are you doing?
Why are you looking at the cameras eye?
Where are you staying?
Why are you leaving?
We watch you breathing through the cameras eye

We all make-up our faces
The make-up of the clown,
Happy leaving traces,
Of our childish background,

Pointing at the sky,
We can watch the stars
You think you're all alone,
But you never are...

Where are you going?
What are you doing?
Why are you looking at the cameras eye?
Where are you staying?
Why are you leaving?
We watch you breathing through the cameras eye

They ain't watching you, they ain't watching you now
They ain't watching you, they ain't watching you now

They ain't watching you, they ain't watching you now
They ain't watching you, they ain't watching you now

Where are you going?
What are you doing?
Why are you looking at the cameras eye?
Political sleazes,
Sexual divas,
We watch your heart beating through the cameras eye

Where are you going?
What are you doing?
Why are you looking at the cameras eye?
Political sleazes,
Sexual divas,
We watch your heart beating through the cameras eye



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