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Old Pale Face turned blue when he entered the theater
And since that moment the old boy sure loves a good film
Cuz here hope flows like blood from the nose
So he tips his head and rests against the seat back
And when it's quiet the quiet is complete
Most men don't know quite how to take it
So he speaks in a voice that almost always cracks
Saying to the screen that he loves moments like these
When his thoughts shatter up against walls of indifference
And echo all around
When life's one certainty comes sharply into view
Old Pale Face Laughs but no one laughs with him
That's a good way to feel alone in a crowd
Yeah, here hope flows like blood from the nose
And all the women appear ten years younger
Yeah, here love shows like a raindrop on a rose
but they don't ever show you ever after
Yeah, here life goes like a mountain stream over stones
and the truth is as cloudy as it's insurmountable
Yeah, here hope flows like blood from the nose
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