Showtime

Intro 
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Showtime, hang a guitar on my shoulder 
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Check the vacant drooling faces round the room 
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Another heartbreak battle and I'm only getting older 
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Jesus help me when I say I'll give it all up pretty soon 
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Daytime, time to fight the morning's headache 
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Gulp an aspirin bang together one more song 
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Inspiration cauterised by years of useeless heartache 
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Every shallow nights reaction sounding twisted up and wrong 
 

 
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These last years 
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Years gone down to the showtime 
 

 
Cm 
Showtime, try to catch the spark 
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That got me hooked so many years ago and died 
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Second-rate musicians feeding infantile illusions 
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Reading music magazines to keep the habit satisfied 
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Pitching to some demographic average 
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What the hell he's staying home for, I don't see him here tonight 
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Thirteen years and over tuned to radio between the hours 
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Of six and seven-thirty, AM programmer's delight 
 

 
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These last years 
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Years gone down to the showtime 
 

 
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I never knew it could be so misleading 
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Waiting for the final song to end 
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In this dirty nightclub all the souls are bleeding 
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Reaching for the big decision, disco floor or television 
 

 
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Time and time again you hear the so-called friends 
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The smug de-facto critics in their movie backdrop cities 
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Sneering sitdown and listen, life's a lonely escalator 
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It's a fool who doesn't know he has to leap off at the end 
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Well they were never at the guesthouse, with the ghost of Jimmy Rodgers 
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Watching Townsville sugar sunsets back in 1959 
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And they'll all be gone when the end is come and I'm kneeling in the backroom 
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Crying Lord I'm just a trouper, let me play it one more time 
 

 
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These last years 
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Years gone down to the showtime 
 

Outro 
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These last years 
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Years gone down to the showtime 
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