Everyone has a role and I play mine like you.
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I am who and no one, and I have skin on two.
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The clown prince flirts, you can even play the devil.
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Fresh paint posters feed my life.
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Chorus:
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Those walls are me, those stairs are me,
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That scene under my feet is my life and not mine.
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Those ramps are me, those curtains are me.
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I'm walking on stage again, that's my life and not mine.
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Those walls are me, those stairs are me,
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That scene under my feet is my life and not mine.
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Those ramps are me, those curtains are me.
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And people underfoot, sorry, mine and not mine…
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And now the king will come out of the paper door,
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He will cry the tears of others, as if from his own eyes.
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That foam snow is not poured by God at all,
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And he doesn't turn off the ramps, everyone just hears the third call.
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And it's like crying and laughing
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And as if one and as if for all
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And it's as if I'm not me,
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Or maybe death can be life
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Chorus:
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Those walls are me, those stairs are me,
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That scene under my feet is my life and not mine.
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Those ramps are me, those curtains are me.
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I'm walking on stage again, that's my life and not mine.
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Those walls are me, those stairs are me,
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That scene under my feet is my life and not mine.
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Those ramps are me, those curtains are me.
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And people underfoot, sorry, mine and not mine…
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Those walls are me, those stairs are me,
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That scene under my feet is my life and not mine.
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Those ramps are me, those curtains are me.
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I'm walking on stage again, that's my life and not mine.
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Those walls are me, those stairs are me,
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That scene under my feet is my life and not mine.
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Those ramps are me, those curtains are me.
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And people underfoot, sorry, mine and not mine… |