You say you want to talk
We can talk all night
I'm your pillar of reason
Is your head on right?

Crowded cranium, I know how you feel
I can only tell you

In the morning they'll be dead and gone
Lift your chin and soldier on
It's just smoke and mirrors, baby
Knockin' on your beat-up brain
Smoke and mirrors, baby
Nothing that you can't explain

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