| My blue horizon is turning grey
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| And my dreams are drifting away
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| Your eyes don’t shine like they used to shine
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| And the thrill is gone when your lips meet mine
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| I’m afraid the masquerade is over
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| And so is love, and so is love
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| Your words don’t mean what they used to mean
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| They were once inspired, now they’re just routine
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| I’m afraid the masquerade is over
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| And so is love, and so is love
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| I guess I’ll have to play Pagliacci
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| And get myself a clown’s disguise
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| And learn to laugh like Pagliacci
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| With tears in my eyes
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| You look the same, you’re a lot the same
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| But my heart says «no, no, you’re not the same»
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| I’m afraid the masquerade is over
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| And so is love, and so is love
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| (Instrumental Interlude)
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| I guess I’ll have to play Pagliacci
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| And get myself a clown’s disguise
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| And learn to laugh like Pagliacci
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| With tears in my eyes
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| You look the same, you’re a lot the same
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| But my heart says «No, no, you’re not the same»
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| I’m afraid the masquerade is over
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| And so is love, and so is love |