I always watch you when you're dreaming Because I know it's not of me I smoke a dozen cancer sticks Imagine there are two or three ways To make you love me And not dream of someone else Become the movie on your eyelids The reflection of yourself The reflection of yourself I cry when I listen to you breathing Because I know there's nothing else The conscious of that crushing feeling To know there's no connection left That we both go through the motions That we're both living somewhere else That the movie on your eyelids Is no reflection of myself Is no reflection of myself Is no reflection of myself I wanna be, I wanna be your movie... I wanna be, I wanna be your movie... Why can't you be me? Why can't you be me? Why can't you be me? Why can't you be me? Be me, be me, be me...
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