Am Em7 Am Em7 Am Em7 Am Em7
Oooh-wah, oooh-wah, oooh-wah, oooh-wah
Am Em7 Am Em7 Am Em7
When footlights dim in reverence to prescient passion
Am Em7 Am Em7 Am Em7
Forewarned, my audience leaves the stage, floating ahead perfumed shift
Am Em7 Am Em7
Within the stammering silence, the face that launched a thousand frames
Am Em7 Am Em7 Am Em7
Betrayed by a porcelain tear, a stained career
Am Em7 Am Em7
Oooh-wah, oooh-wah
Am Em7 Am Em7 Am Em7 Am Em7
You played this scene before, you played this scene before
Am Em7 Am Em7
I, the mote in your eye, I, I, I, I, the mote in your eye
Am Em7 Am Em7
A misplaced reaction, reaction
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Am Bm
The darkroom unleashes imagination in pornographic images
Em
In which you will always be the star, always be the star, untouchable
Am
Unapproachable, constant in the darkness, in the darkness (in the darkness)
Bm
Nursing an erection, a misplaced reaction
Em
With no flower to place before this gravestone
Am
And the walls become enticingly newspaper thin
Bm
But that would be developing the negative view
Em
And you have to be exposed in voyeuristic colour
Am Bm
The public act, let you model your shame on the mannequin catwalk, catwalk
Em
Let the cats walk (and the cat walks)
Am Em7 Am Em7
Oooh-wah, oooh-wah
Am Em7 Am Em7 Am Em7 Am Em7
I've played this scene before, I've played this scene before
Am Em7 Am Em7
I, the mote in your eye, I, I, I, I, the mote in your eye
Am Em7 Am Em7
A misplaced reaction, satisfaction
Am
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"An irritating speck of dirt that came from absolutely nowhere"
Em D A
Em D A
You can't brush me under the carpet, you can't hide me under the stairs
Em D A
The custodian of your private fears, your leading actor of yesteryear
Em D
Who as you crawled out of the alleys of obscurity
A
Sentenced to rejection in the morass of anonymity
Em D A
You who I directed with a lover's will, you who I let hypnotise the lens
Em D
You who I let bathe in the spotlight's glare
A Em D
You who wiped me from your memory like a greasepaint mask
A
Just like a greasepaint mask
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F#m C#m D E
But now I'm the snake in the grass, the ghost of film reels past
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I'm the producer of your nightmare and the performance has just begun
C#sus4 C#m
It's just begun
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It's just begun
F#sus4 F#
Your perimeter of courtiers jerk like celluloid puppets
C#sus4 C#m
As you stutter paralysed with rabbit's eyes
F#sus4 F#
Searing the shadows, flooding the wings
C#sus4 C#m
To pluck elusive salvation from the understudy's lips
F#sus4 F#
Retrieve the soliloquy, maintain the obituary
C#sus4 C#m
My cue line in the last act and you wait in silent solitude
F#sus4 F# C#sus4 C#m
Waiting for the prompt, waiting for the prompt, waiting for the prompt
F#sus4 F# C#sus4 C#m
Waiting for the prompt, waiting for the prompt, waiting for the prompt
F#sus4 F# C#
You've play - ed this scene before
