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Mindfilming Sharpens her cheekbones and darkens her eyes She straightens her hair to radio jingles And can’t quite decide what to wear Days in rehearsal perfecting his lines His collar feels tight, some last minute rewrites With mp3 soundtrack in mind Filmed on location in his head As they ride into the distance With their silhouettes against the sun Are they ever going to fall in love? Hailing a taxi in slow motion rain The chemistry’s right, past flickering streetlights Expecting a twist at the end Filmed on location in his head As they ride into the distance With their silhouettes against the sun Are they ever going to fall, ever going to fall in love? Ignore my critics so their poisoned words can’t hurt me, hurt me Ignore the phantoms of old screen romances hurting me, hurting me All I know is I’ve watched this film a thousand times before And this time I’m going to change the ending As they ride into the distance With their silhouettes against the sun Are they ever going to fall, ever going to fall in love? As they ride into the distance And the pictures fades, the credits run Are they ever going to fall, ever going to fall in love?
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