Ever get that feeling that you're just an act
Even though you meant it as a fact
And any old equation you thought that it would do
And you didn't care which way you turned a screw
But the curtain falls much harder
When the stage is made of powder
But the matinee plays on
By the time they fill the seats up
You will be gone
Each time I save, my hopes up
They've raised the price again
But I'm looking for a Wednesday night friend
I see through your tomorrow, baby
Thanks for being kind
But you wouldn't want to know my right mind
There's got to be a 9 o'clock
I think that I can get there
But I'm having trouble staying awake that long
And there's so many obstacles
I've put here to distract me
The keys must be scattered here among
There's a matinee tomorrow
There's a ticket you can borrow
And stay for all three shows
Your friends are gonna be there
Even some that you don't know
Not once did I envision
I'd be so entertained
Or that I'd want to see it again and again
And never did I count on such pleasant company
Or that the night would pass by so quickly
And now, I want to stay till the end
With you my friends, I want to stay till the end
There's a matinee tomorrow
There's a ticket you can borrow

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