| I’m a master of disguise,
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| Mystery in your eyes,
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| Travelling the backroads of your country.
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| Well, you think you’ve got my number
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| And then again, you wonder
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| Will you ever get to find the real me.
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| Things are not always
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| As they first may seem
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| It’s like living in a dream.
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| So you’d like me to reveal
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| All that i know and feel
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| At the risk of causing panic and destruction.
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| Well, there’s a method to this madness.
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| I don’t mean to cause you sadness
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| My course is strictly governed by instruction.
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| Things are not always
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| As they first may seem
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| It’s like living in a dream.
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| I’m a master of disguise
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| Not about to compromise
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| My position in this scheme of worldly values.
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| Ah, they’re calling out my name.
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| I’ve promised to remain
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| Ever faithful to the memory of what is true.
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| Things are not always
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| As they first may seem
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| It’s like living in a dream.
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| Oh, i’m living in a dream,
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| I’m high, i’m high.
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| In the cold, cold night, i’m high. |