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I've got a friend who had a schoolboy dream
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He wanted every luxury that money could bring
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He fancied himself as a King of the castle
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Impressing all the ladies with the size of his car
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But none of them would have it
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They left the morning after
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As a giver of love he was a walking disaster
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Who will ever know of this charade
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Unless you tell us who you really are
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How far will you go
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Down a road that's paved with gold but takes away your soul
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Come to masquerade
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Keep your heart out of sight
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You can be a winner
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A master of disguise
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Then one night he met a beautiful girl
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She was a viable concern, he couldn't help thinking
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But he ran out of small talk and started to panic
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The comedy was turning into something tragic
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Never mix business with pleasure
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You can play them independently but never together
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Who will ever know of this charade
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Unless you tell us who you really are
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How far will you go
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Down a road that's paved with gold but takes away your soul
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Come to masquerade
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Keep your heart out of sight
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You can be a winner
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A master of disguise
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Masquerade
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| Basia |
