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My blue horizon is turning grey |
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And my dreams are drifting away |
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Your eyes don't shine like they used to shine |
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And the thrill is gone when your lips meet mine |
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I'm afraid the masquerade is over |
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And so is love, and so is love |
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Your words don't mean what they used to mean |
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They were once inspired, now they're just routine |
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I'm afraid the masquerade is over |
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And so is love, and so is love |
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I guess I'll have to play Pagliacci |
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And get myself a clown's disguise |
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And learn to laugh like Pagliacci |
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With tears in my eyes |
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You look the same, you're a lot the same |
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But my heart says "no, no, you're not the same" |
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I'm afraid the masquerade is over |
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And so is love, and so is love |
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I guess I'll have to play Pagliacci |
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And get myself a clown's disguise |
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And learn to laugh like Pagliacci |
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With tears in my eyes |
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You look the same, you're a lot the same |
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But my heart says "No, no, you're not the same" |
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I'm afraid the masquerade is over |
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And so is love, and so is love |
