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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=86372" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Incubus</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(fish / marillion)<br>When footlights dim in reverence to prescient passion<br>Forwarned my audience leaves the stage, floating ahead<br>Perfumed shift within the stammering silence, the face<br>That launched a thousand frames betrayed by a porcelain tear, a stained career, career<br>You played this scene before, you played this scene before<br>I the mote in your eye, eye, eye, eye<br>I the mote in your eye<br>A misplaced reaction, reaction<br>The darkroom unleashes imagination in pornographic images<br>In which you will always be the star, always be the star<br>Untouchable, unapproachable, constant in the darkness, in the darkness, in the darkness<br>Nursing an erection, a misplaced reaction, with no flower to place before this gravestone<br>And the walls become enticingly newspaper thin<br>But that would be developing the negative view<br>And you have to be exposed in voyeuristic colour<br>The public act, let you model your shame on the mannequin catwalk, catwalk<br>Let the cats walk, and the cat walks<br>Ive played this scene before<br>Ive played this scene before<br>I the mote in your eye, eye, eye, eye<br>I the mote in your eye<br>A misplaced reaction, satisfaction<br>A irritating speck of dust that came from absolutely nowhere<br>You cant brush me under the carpet, you cant hide me under the stairs<br>The custodian of your private fears, your leading actor of yesteryear<br>Who as you crawled out of the alleys of obscurity<br>Sentenced to rejection in the morass of anonymity<br>You who I directed with lovers will<br>You who I let hypnotise the lens<br>You who I let bathe in the spotlights glare<br>You who wiped me from your memory like a greasepaint mask<br>Just like a greasepaint mask<br>But now Im the snake in the grass, the ghost of filmreels past<br>Im the producer of your nightmare and the performance has just begun<br>Its just begun, its just begun<br>Your perimeter of courtiers jerk like celluloid puppets<br>As you stutter paralysed with rabbits eyes, searing the shadows<br>Flooding the wings, to pluck elusive salvation from the understudys lips<br>Retrieve the soliloque, maintain the obituary<br>My cue line in the last act and you wait in silent solitude<br>Waiting for the prompt, waiting for the prompt<br>Youve played this scene before</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Marillion - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q>
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When footlights dim in reverence to prescient passion
Forwarned my audience leaves the stage, floating ahead
Perfumed shift within the stammering silence, the face
That launched a thousand frames betrayed by a porcelain tear, a ..."></div>
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