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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[Instrumental interlude]
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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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Masquerade Is Over
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| George Benson |
