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Laughter in the hall of mirrors
Weeping at the backstage door
Take your pick, 'cause I have mine
I'm sick and tired and bored

See the laughing man
Cynic's mask in hand

Bend straight paths, by careless force
Pollute love's river, at the source
Hope is a joke, I play the clown
I'm gonna shoot up the whole downtown

Lotta talk about love, where it is?
Show me real life, I wanna kiss it

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