I always watch you when you're dreaming,
Because I know it's not of me
I smoke a dozen cancer sticks
And 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 your breathing,
Because I know there's nothing else
That conjures up that crushing feeling
To know there's no connection left,
That we're both going through the motions,
That we're both living somewhere else
That the movie on your eyelids,
Is no reflection of myself
It's no reflection...of myself
It's 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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