it's a masquerade
a mortal game that we once played
time is slipping through our hands
but no one really understands
the shadow on my foolish soul
the only thing that keeps me whole

it's raining today, i'm losing my way
i'm not coming back, i'm losing the knack
the lights are fading that once shone
the masquerade goes on and on

the shadow on my naked soul
hides gentle moments that we stole
so many molehills we couldn't climb
so we'll masquerade just one more time

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