It started out quite simply, as complex things can do;
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A set of sad transparencies 'til no one could see through,
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But least of all the one inside, behind the iron glass;
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A prisoner of all your dreams that never come to pass.
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Alone you stand corrupted by the vision that you sought,
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And blinded by your hunger all your apetites are bought,
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But in spite of what becomes of you, your image will remain;
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A reminder of your constant loss, a symbol of your gain.
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[CHORUS:]
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And your friends are together,
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Where the people are all gathered,
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All along the road you travelled all your days.
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And soon you have succumbed to what the others all believe,
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And though the lie affects them still it's you that they decieve,
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And all at once you're lost within the emptiness of you,
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And there's no one left who's near enough to tell you what to do.
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You're left with nothing but your self-potential in the dark,
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Like tinder resting on a rock, protected from the spark,
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But your fire just consumes you, you alone can feel the pain,
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And you stand in all your glory and you know you can't complain.
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[CHORUS]
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But you are surely just as evil as the worst my tongue can tell,
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For you'll never face my heaven and I'll not endure your hell.
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You have lost your chance to mingle with your constant quiet lies;
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Deceptions hidden with your lips, but spoken with your eyes.
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For I know you for what you are not for that's really all you are.
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And your talents of a minor order seem to stretch too far.
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And we both know that this masquerade can't carry on too long.
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You're deep inside the Pride Parade, but where do you belong?
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[CHORUS]
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The Pride Parade
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| Don McLean |
