Vārdi: Ryan Adams. III/IV. Typecast.

you and I we were born to play these parts and we play them so well
so well and often sometimes you and I forget you know who we really 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 any time soon
we're just two stars out under the moon

Typecast, we play losers who keep falling in love with the wrong ones
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

every shadow I knew you underneath was just a studio trick, a spotlight on the stage
black bottles to simulate the depth

to manipulate the young and naive and hide your age

we're worse than liars we're paid to be fixed
ghost lights in our living rooms for in-between matinees
two lonely stars someplace beyond the moon where the light is coming from
but never receiving or getting any

We're typecast, we play losers who keep falling in love with the wrong ones
Typecast, what a show, why won't they cancel us?
oh come on, typecast, we play losers who keep falling in love with the wrong ones
Typecast, what a show, why won't they cancel us?
We've been typecast, yeah we've been typecast