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What a mess to find
What a mess inside - its frighting
What a mess we hide
Behind the perfect scene

And my head, my heart, my thoughts
Under glowing warpaint found

I'm sure of my lines
And you know the score
Until the final scene

Is there enough to live
When the spots are dying
Will you learn to catch
The applause before it fades

But I'm mad, I'm mad you know
I'm going round in circles - you know

When they leave their seats
When the silence sets
I'm falling on my knees

I wish I could turn the lights on
I am longing for release
The curtains fall, the clowns are walking home will
My heart begin to speak
Will your heart begin to see me


Will your heart see me

Will we find our words
When the halls are empty
Will we ditch our mask
When the stage is dark

You're a man, a man of truth
Disguised in all that glory

When the season ends
And the day begins
Will you still be here with me

I wish I could turn the lights on
I am longing for release
The curtains fall, the clowns are walking home
Will my heart begin to speak
Will your heart begin to see me

Will your heart see me

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