Bruce Dickinson

Bruce Dickinson - Cyclops 7 56 lyrics

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In our secret rooms,
 Living in our movies,
 humming our own tunes
 Living life in camera,
 When the night is closing dovn,
 Sliding into darkness,
 You could be like me

 Where are you going?
 What are you doing?
 Why are you looking
 At the cameras eye?
 Where are you staying?
 Why are you leaving?
 We watch you breathing
 through the cameras eye

 We all make up our faces
 The make up of the clown,
 Happy leaving traces,
 Of our childish background,
 Pointing at the sky,
 We can watch the stars
 You think you're all alone,
 But you never are

 They ain't watching you,
 They ain't watching you now,
 They ain't watching you,
 They ain't watching you now

 Where are you going?
 What are you doing?
 Why are you looking
 At the cameras eye?
 Political sleazes,
 Sexual divas,
 We watch your heart beat
 Through the cameras eye
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