I have become a silent movie
The hero killed the clown
Can’t make a sound
Nobody knows what he’s doing
Still hanging around
Can’t make a sound
The slow motion moves me
The monologue means nothing to me
Bored in a role, but he can’t stop
Standing up to sit back down
And lose the one thing found
Spinning the world like a toy top
Till there’s a ghost in every town
Can’t make a sound
Eyes locked and shining
Can’t you tell me what’s happening?
Why should you want any other, when you’re a world within a world?
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