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Cyclops

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(’i am cyclops’)

We all have secret lives in our secret rooms
Living in our movies, humming our own tunes
Living life in camera, when the night is closing down
Sliding into darkness, you could be like me

Where are you going?
What are you doing?
Why are you looking at the camera’s eye?
Where are you staying?
When are you leaving?
We watch you breathing through the camera’s eye

We all make up our faces, the makeup of the clown
Happy leaving traces of our childish background
Pointing at the sky, we can watch the stars
You think you’re all alone, but you never are

Where are you going?
What are you doing?
Why are you looking at the camera’s eye?
Where are you staying?
When are you leaving?
We watch you breathing through the camera’s eye

They ain’t watching you
They ain’t watching you now
They ain’t watching you
They ain’t watching you
Now

They ain’t watching you
They ain’t watching you now
They ain’t watching you
They ain’t watching you
Now

Where are you going?
What are you doing?
Why are you looking at the camera’s eye?
Political sleazes
Sexual divas
We watch your heart beating through the camera’s eye

Where are you going?
What are you doing?
Why are you looking at the camera’s eye?
Political sleazes
Sexual divas
We watch your heart beating through the camera’s eye

(’i am cyclops.’)
(’i warn you, I see you.’)
(’motherfucking...motherfuckers.’)
(groan)

(ah-ay-ah-oh)
(ah-ay-ah-oh)
(ah-ay-ah-oh)
(ah-ay-ah-oh)

(ah-ay-ah-oh)
(ah-ay-ah-oh)
(ah-ay-ah-oh)
(ah-ay-ah-oh)
(ah-ay-ah-oh)

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