| Quick, at 3 I hide, at 4 you find me, at 5 I fade
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| How many have veiled their faces and wear a heavy smile like those of grimace
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| I always live the same movie, what good does it rhyme
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| Without heroes, heroines, lower the masks, lower the masks, lower the masks
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| Get up every morning, start over
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| How does this urge to let go
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| to drive oneself to madness, to advance
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| Among the people but I pretend
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| Do we have to test ourselves
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| But what do we have to pretend
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| Especially not a word, not a gesture
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| We pretend yes we pretend
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| Sentenced without appeal
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| To each his time, to each his turn
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| Thus always runs the noise runs
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| Little by little our little crissou are dying
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| I still have the same dream
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| Which day ends
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| When is a break a truce, put down the masks, put down the masks, put down the masks
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| Get up every morning, start over
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| How does this urge to let go
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| to drive oneself to madness, to advance
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| Among the people I pretend
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| Do we have to test ourselves
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| But what do we have to pretend
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| Especially not a word, not a gesture
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| We pretend yes we pretend
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| When I'm in pain I pretend
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| I hide my tears and I pretend
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| Among this world I pretend
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| I pretend yes I pretend
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| Why do we have to test ourselves
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| But what do we have to pretend
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| Especially not a word not a gesture
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| We pretend yes we pretend |