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So you call it a show, it's an act Not like you to be so matter-of-fact You call it a dream, when it's hell It's not like you to flunk the show and tell So don't make it up as you go along It's always you to sing the happy song So breathe it in and see what's real It's not like you to mention how you feel So you can call it a show, it's an act It's not like you to be so matter-of-fact You call it a dream when it's hell It's not like me to flunk the show and tell You can call me up, when I'm down And say it's not like you to wear a friendly frown So run amok and truth will tell The truth would like to see you cold dead and buried and The truth is I miss you like hell So you call it a show, it's an act Not like you to be so matter-of-fact You call it a dream, it's hell It's not like you to flunk the show and tell Aus Songtexte Mania