The glitter on a paint and plaster face
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Is covering desire and disgrace
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We could be lovers
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But no one suspects at all
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Once you're inside that costume ball
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And now I'm sitting here before the mirror
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I have the skill still to disguise my tears
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Then as the magic starts to fade
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I find myself abandoning the masquerade
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Even though you're suffering
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You try to hide it
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And pretend you're so nonchalant
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You can cry a pool of tears
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And sit beside it
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Then perhaps you'll know what you want
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I hope you never feel this much despair
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Or know the meaning of that empty chair
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As the illusions that we made all fall away
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In this abandoned masquerade
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Abandoned Masquerade
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| Diana Krall |
