The painted faces on the street
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caricatures of long ago
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oh they were young and oh so sweet
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down beyond the boulevard
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knock on doors and empty halls
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and still sometimes remember
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the masquerade's forever
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when you see the price they paid
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i'm sure you'll come and join the masquerade
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the reeling figurtes pass on by
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like ghosts in some forgotten play
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beneath the black and empty sky
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music plays and figures dance
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with partners chosen by chance
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and still some times remember
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the masquerade's forever
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they reached for tomorrow
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but tomorrows, more of the same
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so they reached for tomorrow
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but tomorrow never came
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when you hear the price they paid
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i'm sure you'll come and join the masquerade
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one by one and two by two
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past eight by tens in shattered frames
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the players try to leave the room
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frantic puppets on a string
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and all the while the music sings
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and still sometimes remember
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the masquerade's forever
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Masquerade
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