Act Like You've Been Here Before

And I turned off my mind when I was warned
Not to search for something warm
But what I've found is people here are the same
They're all afraid to touch a rising flame

Sally Hayes you're not like anyone else
I've never seen such a shameless sense of self
You're a siren calling through the wind
On 42nd St. the ice is growing thin

You can sweep me away, whenever the morning comes
Just like the rain after a day under the sun
And as dirt gathers under your weathered eyes
Don't you cry 'cause your dying leaves will only bleed into mine

You're asking me, "Why the hell is he here?"
I said "I'm sorry but my dear I fear, that Napoleon is sleeping on your floor
Why don't you act like you've been here before?"

She came to be a starlet
But there are no skies in your mind
And you ended up in drive-ins
When your Saturn had returned
And my Saturn has returned



Credits
Writer(s): Midwestern Dirt
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