| Your eyes don’t shine like they used, like they used to shine
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| And the thrill is gone, gone, when your lips meet mine
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| I’m afraid the masquerade is over, over, over
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| And so is love, my darling and so is love
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| Your words don’t mean what they used, 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, oh the masquerade is, it’s all over, it’s all 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 and get myself a clown’s disguise
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| And learn, learn to laugh like Pagliacci with tears in my eyes
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| You look, oh baby, you look the same
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| You’re a lot, a lot, a lot, a lot, the same
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| But my heart says «No, no, no, no, no, you are not the same»
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| And I’m afraid, I’m afraid the masquerade, oh it’s all over, over, oh
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| And so is love, and so is love, love, love, love
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| So is love, oh the masquerade is all over
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| So, so is love |