| The grieving widow’s pose, she stands with head held high
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| Never to re-marry, never gonna try
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| 'Cause that would end the symphony of sadness that we play
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| And end the songs of wanderlust that she commiserates
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| So she takes another shot of Crown, it helps to ease the pain
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| In hopes to ease the void inside, yet somehow it’s in vain
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| 'Cause vanity has come along and filled her perfume vile
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| And every day she dabs a little on her neck and smiles
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| Behind a mask (so we hide, so we hide)
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| Behind a mask (so we hide, so we hide)
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| Open your eyes, let us see the void inside
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| Open your eyes, let us see
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| The old man sits alone staring at the screen
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| And contemplates these failures, done to his family
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| 'Cause depression’s bottles come along and filled his whiskey glass
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| With every sip put to his lips, erases all the past
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| So he tells another little lie and tells another tale
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| In hopes to spare the family and hide his private hell
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| But the more the words come out of him, like little cuts and scabs
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| Tearing at the tender hearts who gaze upon a mask
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| Behind a mask (so we hide, so we hide)
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| Behind a mask (so we hide, so we hide)
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| Open your eyes, let us see the void inside
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| She puts her feet in well-worn shoes
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| Walks toward the past
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| Of the character
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| Behind the mask
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| Slowly climb out of your shell
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| Start to believe
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| Every now and then those demons
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| Will come to feast
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| On your flesh and bones
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| Behind a mask (so we hide, so we hide)
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| Behind a mask (so we hide, so we hide)
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| Open your eyes, let us see the void inside
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| Open your eyes, let us see |