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the sandy haired son of hollywood lost his faith in a ll that's good closed the curtain unpl ugged the clock, hung his clothes on the s hower rod but he never got und ressed and no he never made a m ess it's funny how life turns out the odds of f aith in the face of d oubt camera one closes in the soundtrack starts, the scene beg ins you're playing you now you're playing y ou now you're playing you now you're playing y ou now you're playing y ou now take a bow, take a bow... the trophy wife of p alisades whose yearbook beauty never fades sits and watches the sea fold in and wonders what might have been if she could ever have her chance would she do it all again it's funny how life turns out the odds of f aith in the face of doubt camera one closes in the soundtrack s tarts, the scene begins you're playing you now (playing you now) you're playing you now (playing you now) you're playing you now (playing you now) you're playing you now (playing you now) you're playing you now (playing you now) take a bow, take a b ow... on the corner by a s treet he sits in his l awnchair in the heat siteseers see what they want he's selling starmaps to the sun the sandy haired son of h ollywood l ost his faith in all that's good closed the curtain unp lugged the clock, hung his clothes on the shower rod but he never got und ressed and no he d idn't seem d epressed it's funny how life turns out the odds of f aith in the face of doubt camera one closes in the soundtrack s tarts, the scene begins you're playing you now (playing you now) you're playing you now (playing you now) you're playing you now (playing you now) you're playing you now (playing you now) you're playing you now (playing you now) you're playing you now (playing you now) you're playing you now (playing you now) take a bow, take a bow... take a bow, take a bow...