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You and I, we were born to play there parts
And we play them so well
So well and often, sometimes you and I forget to know
Who we realy are, it keeps me locked into the deal
Binary stars, companions in the sky
Always in orbit but never to collide
We're just not going supernova anytime soon
We're just two stars out under the moon
Typecast, we play losers
Who keep falling in love with the wrong ones
We're typecast, what a show
Why won't they cancel us
We got a million more seasons to go
Oh no, oh yes
We've been typecast
Ooh
Every shadow I knew you underneath
Was just studio trick, a spotlight on the stage
Black puddles to simulate the depth
To manipulate the young and naive and hide your age
We're worse then liars, we're paid to be fakes
Ghost lights on our leaving rooms for in-between matinees
Two lonely stars, someplace beyond the moon
Where the light is coming from but never receiving or getting any
Typecast, we play losers
Who keep falling in love with the wrong ones
We're typecast, what a show
Why won't they cancel us
Oh, no
Typecast, we play losers
Who keep falling in love with the wrong ones
We're typecast, what a show
Why won't they cancel us
We've been typecast
Ooh, yeah
We've been typecast
Ryan Adams
Typecast
Typecast
You and I, we were born to play there parts
And we play them so well
So well and often, sometimes you and I forget to know
Who we realy are, it keeps me locked into the deal
Binary stars, companions in the sky
Always in orbit but never to collide
We're just not going supernova anytime soon
We're just two stars out under the moon
Typecast, we play losers
Who keep falling in love with the wrong ones
We're typecast, what a show
Why won't they cancel us
We got a million more seasons to go
Oh no, oh yes
We've been typecast
Ooh
Every shadow I knew you underneath
Was just studio trick, a spotlight on the stage
Black puddles to simulate the depth
To manipulate the young and naive and hide your age
We're worse then liars, we're paid to be fakes
Ghost lights on our leaving rooms for in-between matinees
Two lonely stars, someplace beyond the moon
Where the light is coming from but never receiving or getting any
Typecast, we play losers
Who keep falling in love with the wrong ones
We're typecast, what a show
Why won't they cancel us
Oh, no
Typecast, we play losers
Who keep falling in love with the wrong ones
We're typecast, what a show
Why won't they cancel us
We've been typecast
Ooh, yeah
We've been typecast
