The slow motion sin
The dead summer dance again
My chassy knows what could've been
I see how it happens now
It's all stretched out before me
My prime was a still frame
In your movie days, so late
We're close to dying twice
Projector of our life
Old Hollywood, holy bound
I see how it happens now
It's all stretched out before me
What could've been?
My prime was a still frame
In your movie days, so late
Those sirens sing on 42nd Street
And they've been calling my name out
What in you gets me so carried away?
I can't say yet, I can't
The dead summer dance again
My chassy knows what could've been
I see how it happens now
It's all stretched out before me
My prime was a still frame
In your movie days, so late
We're close to dying twice
Projector of our life
Old Hollywood, holy bound
I see how it happens now
It's all stretched out before me
What could've been?
My prime was a still frame
In your movie days, so late
Those sirens sing on 42nd Street
And they've been calling my name out
What in you gets me so carried away?
I can't say yet, I can't
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