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On The PageTell me something stupidAuction off my diary Life is getting esoteric Let me in your movie Each time i walk out the door Someone mixes metaphors Life is so much cleaner on the page It's like the morning when i'm dreaming And everything is so pristine It's just a seven hour movie And i'm in every scene Let me in my t.v. Get this tape to tori Got to have a subplot When i sell them my life story Maybe i should write it first And do the living later 'cause life is so much cleaner on the page It's like the time i lost my body And then i saw it on t.v. Somehow it shed a whole dimension But it still looked like me (hey! that looks like me!) Each time i write lines for it Someone improvises it Life is so much cleaner on the page Life is so much cleaner on the page |