| Spectral look in your eyes, you caress my skin
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| Everyone in disguise to hide from the sin
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| Go on, inhibitions all gone
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| In the hope of carnal fruition we swan
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| In the hall of the masquerade ball
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| We’re finally free 'cause of the mask and the shawl
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| Like phantoms we dance on and on
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| Fed upon a desire with no conditions
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| Time to doff your attire
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| Wear the mask and release the fire
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| That’s been smothered by the rules
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| Made up by charlatans and fools
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| Time to doff your attire
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| Join the ball and the truth will transpire
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| About the overruling bent
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| And why there’s no need to repent
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| Mesmerizing music plays
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| Oh, it takes us higher
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| Hectic trance-like state of mind
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| Is what we’ll acquire
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| Enthralled in a cobweb of passion
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| Reaching for the top as we spin
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| Among myriad bodies that fashion
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| New forms of the original sin
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| Like phantoms we dance on and on
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| Fed upon a desire with no conditions
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| Time to doff your attire
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| Wear the mask and release the fire
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| That’s been smothered by the rules
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| Made up by charlatans and fools
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| Time to doff your attire
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| Join the ball and the truth will transpire
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| About the overruling bent
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| And why there’s no need to repent |