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In the waking hour, I hear the Jester's song
Everything I've dreamed of, it brings my spirit home

He can take your sadness and turn it into a dream
He can take all the madness and let it out in a scream
He can take your suffering and wash away all your tears
He can take what you're hiding and bring it out in the clear

The stillness of the morning, the breath of days gone by
Awakened from a restless sleep, he hears the children's cries
The children gasp in wonder as the Jester holds their gaze
He wields magic and illusion to bewilder and amaze

With a broken smile and an empty heart,
he will make you laugh out loud
But the emptiness that his heart now feels
makes him cower back from the crowd

A Jester in the waking hour of innocence
A fool who feeds on laughter from the heart

Tossing, turning, twisting, burning
Wasted years in the Jester's life
A modern-day Moses leads you to the Promised Land
Just a spiritual illusion, left with nothing in his hands
The Jester on the outside hides a tearful soul
And with every passing moment, he seems to lose control
As the permanent midnight paints the evening sky
and the darkness falls over you
He will lead you to sunlight, he will promise no fear
when it seems there is nothing left you can do

A Jester in the waking hour of innocence

Can you feel the sadness?
Can you feel the madness?
Don't believe the Jester!

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