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she wears the mask that hides the scars from a shattered dreamboat existence |
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I'm held in suspended animation |
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waiting for her finger to release the pause on the video screen |
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I'm bleached clean now |
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I've had enough the dreams of love |
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the dancing moonlight on the water |
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got a passion drive to keep alive |
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but I still want my circles with corners |
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stand up stand up she always wears the mask that hides her face |
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stand up stand up she always wears the mask of elegance and grace |
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she wears the mask that hides the scars from a shattered dreamboat existence I'm held in suspense and fascination |
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I'm writing all the words and the scenes |
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another curtain call and King Lear tragedies |
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you said it was all perfume and wax crayon |
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the dreams of love |
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the dancing moonlight on the water |
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got a passion drive to keep alive |
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but I still want my circles with corners |
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stand up stand up she always wears the mask that hides her face |
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stand up stand up she always wears the mask of elegance and grace |
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she always wears the mask that hides the scars from me |