| Welcome back to this world
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| In it birds sing their early morning mantra
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| Babies cry alarming notes
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| A high-paced tempo of that’s the way I want
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| Washing those dirty hands, before it starts
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| Before we’re going on this lonesome search
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| Endless race, pleased to meet you
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| Welcome to the masquerade
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| Join me as we walk down this great bazaar
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| Strange scents and smoke blurred with dreams of somewhere far
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| Caught me spinning 'round and 'round
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| Now stop it, let me out!
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| In my ribcage a rusty clock, and time is ticking a melody of twisted notes
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| Time to go… Time to go
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| Words mean nothing in this world, play the game before everything that’s real
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| is lost
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| Time to go… Time to go
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| A heavy weight, a thick huge net, a trap, a prison of masks with legs
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| Better be going on a trip, no one knows what one can see
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| Welcome, to the carnival of the dysfunctional and the disturbed
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| Enjoy it; |
| be careful not to lose your head
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| Explore it; |
| there will be no right or wrong
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| And when the music’s over, you will be coming back for more |