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If sex were illegal like most good things are Would I be a criminal in your police car? You think that I’m evil because I won’t hide You see me as someone unbearably alive And I know that it’s hard to look through this camera But I’ll give you so much gold If you could just try to see through my camera I’ve looked through your eyes now you try to use mine I’ve studied religion, washed away sins I’ve spent months in prison deep in depressions Cruel world not unlacking in depravity But I’ve found that my calling is simply to see And I know that it’s hard to look through this camera But I’ll give you so much gold If you could just try to see through my camera I’ve looked through your eyes now you try to use mine These critical curtains don’t quite reach the floor And this window’s so shiny just like a mirror Could those be your shadows climbing up my wall Don’t twist your ankles, careful not to fall Into illusion’s carnival If sex were illegal like most good things are Would I be a criminal in your police car? You think that I’m reckless because I’m naive You see me as someone determined to decieve But be careful not to fall into illusion’s carnival And I know that it’s hard to look through this camera But I’ll give you so much gold If you could just try to see through my camera I’ve looked through your eyes now you try to use mine You try one more time You try to use mine God knows what you’ll find You try to use mine If sex were illegal like most good things are Would I be a criminal... or would I be a star?