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Based On A True Story Lyrics

Based on a true story, the slave sets the scene where the lights go out 

Do you remember you're lines, do you remember the light 

Was the sound
of the slap in my face all right 

Were there really violins, trembling
still 

Was the moon in the back hooked to a nail in the windowcell 

And who's that guy in my suit with the make-up on 

Kind of small,
extra-smooth and I really don't take it as a compliment 

I never looked
that way, I never looked that way 



Based on a true story, the
slave sets the scene where the lights go out 

Do you remember you're
lines, do you remember the light 

Was the sound of the slap in my face
all right 

And were did I stand, on the brink of success 

Was there
a method to my madness, did I make a great mess 

Was there right in to
think it was love 

And were there really violins, trembling still 

Was the sky overhead, tied to the bed with a string