A strange costume party in your room.
The masks are the usual ones,
the lies are the expected ones.
Every night you repeat the dance
-The songs are the ones you paid for-
There are no naked surprises,
the skin is part of the deal...
You want something more
You want to give up the mask
and breath clean fresh air,
but you're afraid to fly.
You want something more
-for sure-
I want you
I want you.
A.
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