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Masquerade Dance
Dancing in the masquerade, can't see what’s behind this mask hiding these eyes of mine that try not to cry but do their task, of saying what the voice cannot as I try to keep in time to the dance we're caught in. Committing the deadliest crimes, that are done in the game of love dance, dance, in the masquerade blasphemous mouths say, "In the name of love." Play the bloody serenade. The song of the masterful siren calls out, waiting to be returned and I'm a goner, now I'm caught up in something I never learned. Keep my feet moving; no, you can never stop this dace once you start in the masquerade, you won't get a second chance. Feel the eyes as they watch the primal beat pushes on, they dissect you deep down their eyes won't ever be gone. Eyes of a stranger, of a siren, the mask of deep, deep, red ensnared forever, can't let this moment go murdered in love, it leaves you for dead; gaze on with your dead lovers eyes falling deeper into the masquerade this won’t ever be the same so, all previous notions of love, dissuade. So dance, dance, in the masquerade; in the game of love tonight whisper silently to above to make it out alright.
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