Painted faces, worn out phrases
String drawn laces, prom-ises
I
I want to go
Where no one knows
My name
Who I am
Or my heart is breaking fast
Where Tears don't fall
That anyone can see
And lies are just like truths turned over
So
Buy me a letter
And send me away
I want to go
To
To the Masquerade
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