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[ti:35690] [ar:35690] [al:Representing The Mambo] [offset:0] Every night she sits there TV blasting in her face runnin' People runnin' to and fro it's such a frantic pace But in her hand she's got control remote as that may seem A certifiable obsession a broadcast malady When all is said and done she's in love with the silver screen With the silver screen Video tape movies where she cashes in her dreams Ghostly illuminations how they brighten up her scene Her perception of reception is her lone reality What to eat and what to wear she edits out without a care The rest falls through the cracks an unconscious stream When all is said and done she's in love with the silver screen In a city full of wishes that she shut out long ago If wishes were a penny we all know which way she'd go Gvien choice 'tween perfect health and peace throughout the world Apocalypse utopia or space not explored When all is said and done she's in love with the silver screen