| I’ve been trapped in the madness,
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| From the shadows of sadness
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| I laugh it away.
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| I’ve been blind to the passion
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| While the whole world is flashing
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| I stash it away.
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| While I’m singing of Freedom,
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| I’m trying to sell
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| What I never had.
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| Hoping I’ll be released from my own kind of hell
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| Cause I lost the key to my past.
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| The show must go on.
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| It seems like there’s something I’m leaving behind.
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| The show must go on.
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| Cause the dreams that I’m having,
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| I’m having all the time.
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| The show must go on.
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| There will be no confessions,
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| Cause I’d only be guessing just where to begin.
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| There’s only one thing I’m knowing
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| This feeling ain’t blowing
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| Away with the wind.
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| And I’m tired of turning my back on myself
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| Throwing truth away.
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| Let the fire burn down the front door to myself
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| And give me a season of play.
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| The show must go on,
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| I just keep pretending to live for the game.
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| The show must go on.
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| I just keep on bending the rules to fit the pain.
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| It’s time for collecting
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| What I’ve been neglecting.
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| It’s gonna be a little strange.
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| Cause one day I’ll be gone,
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| And I’ll be back in time (town?).
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| Nothing’s gonna, nothing’s gonna
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| Be the same.
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| The show must go on,
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| And I just keep pretending to live for your game,
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| The show must go on,
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| I just keep on bending the rules to fit the pain.
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| Put on the face,
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| Win every race,
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| I’m just so strong can’t you see,
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| And I keep up the pace,
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| I won’t leave a trace.
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| Of …
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| Still going on, still going on.
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| The show must go on,
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| The show must go on. |