are we really happy with
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this lonely game we play
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looking for the right words to say
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searching but not finding
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understanding anyway
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we're lost in this masquerade
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both afraid to say
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we're just too far away
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from being close together
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from the start
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*we tried to talk it over
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but the words got in the way
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we're lost inside this lonely
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game we play
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thoughts of leaving disappear
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each time I see your eyes
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and no matter how hard I try
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to understand the reason
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why we carry on this way
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and we're lost in this masquerade
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*repeat
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we're lost in a masquerade
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This Masquerade
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| Robert Goulet |
