| Tears black and white in marble eyes
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| Black tounge stories for a crowd of lies
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| So ignorant they dance along
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| To the sad Harlequin’s song.
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| The charade of gold and silver shines
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| Meanwhile the empathy declines.
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| The tears wasted, jests in vain
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| Fortune painted, with no name
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| He brings the laughter to the lame
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| But still the heartache will remain.
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| Pull my strings, play with me
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| I’m not what you think you see
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| Pull my strings, play with me
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| I’m not what you think you see.
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| Give me the weight of the world,
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| I carry on.
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| Never mind the tears,
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| I don’t belong.
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| Give me the weight of the world,
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| I carry on.
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| Come hear the Harlequin’s song.
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| The tears wasted, jests in vain
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| Fortune painted, with no name
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| He brings the laughter to the lame
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| But still the heartache will remain.
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| Give me the weight of the world,
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| I carry on.
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| Never mind the tears,
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| I don’t belong.
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| Give me the weight of the world,
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| I carry on.
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| Come hear the Harlequin’s song.
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| Pull my strings, play with me
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| I’m not what you think you see
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| Pull my strings, play with me
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| I’m not what you think you see.
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| Give me the weight of the world,
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| I carry on.
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| Never mind the tears,
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| I don’t belong.
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| Give me the weight of the world,
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| I carry on.
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| Come hear the Harlequin’s song.
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| Come hear the Harlequin’s song
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| Ignore the tears I don’t belong
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| Give me the weight I carry on
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| Come hear the Harlequin’s song. |