| It’s a masquerade
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| with all the troops out on parade
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| Up till now we’ve saved
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| Every woulda, coulda, shoulda
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| that could’ve ever been made
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| Riding tall on a ten foot bicycle
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| Feeling small when I passed by city hall
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| I caught a glimpse of the night mayor dressed in black
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| taking nips from a flask filed with cognac
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| With the memory of R.C.N speckled in trash
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| I made a mad-hatter dash for the Frenchman stash
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| I hope a couple grams will last
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| Because there’s four lungs puffin' mama you can do the math
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| It’s a masquerade
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| with all the troops out on parade
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| Up till now we’ve saved
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| Every woulda, coulda, shoulda
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| That could’ve ever been made
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| Look at us now
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| Riding on the rooftops letting it out
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| You could have the same
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| We could be as one
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| We could find a solution in the sun
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| Now I’m breathing into you
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| And I don’t even know your name
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| If my breath’s enough to save your life
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| Why won’t it stop all these games?
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| Politicians playing with all of our minds
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| Wrecking all of our lives
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| They’re like blind surgeons in the dark
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| Their blue pens are scalpels in disguise
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| It’s a masquerade
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| Insecurity guard, there’s a force at the border
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| That won’t be let on
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| It’s a masquerade
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| with all the troops out on parade
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| Up till now we’ve saved
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| Every woulda, coulda, shoulda
|
| That could’ve ever been made
|
| Look at us now
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| Riding on the rooftops letting it out
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| You could have the same
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| We could be as one
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| We could find a solution in the sun
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| I don’t need to fall into all your lies
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| It’s all I see for you and I
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| I’m in a dream I’m holding on
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| I’ll be here you’ll be gone
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| Hurry, hurry, hurry I need you now
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| In the dark we find the sound |