Behind The Mask

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Behind The Mask

The lights flicker on and off

As you dance on the stage

 You're mask threatens to come off

And you would reveal you're greatest fear of all

Tears of gold streak down you're face, you're cheeks, you're mouth

And makes an ocean at the bottom of you're mask.

You close you're eyes and where will you be?

Far away inside a dream.*

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