Line: Ensemble
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There's a face that we wear
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In the cold light of day
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It's society's mask
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It's society's way
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And the truth is
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That it's all a facade
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There's a face that we hide
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Till the nighttime appears
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And what's hiding inside
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Behind all of our fears
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Is our true self
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Locked inside the facade
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Every day
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People, in their own sweet way
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Like to add a coat of paint
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And be what they ain't
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That's how our little game is played
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Livin' out a masquerade
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Actin' a bizarre charade
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While playing the saint
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But there's one thing I know
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And I know it for sure
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This disease that we've got
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Has got no ready cure
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And I'm certain
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Life is terribly hard
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When your life's a facade
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Look around you, I have found
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You cannot tell by looking at the surface
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What is lurking there beneath it
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See that face? Now I'm prepared
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To bet you what you see's not what you get
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'Cos man's a master of deceit
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So what is this sinister secret
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The lying will tell you is true?
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It's that each man you meet
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On the street
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Isn't one man but two
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Nearly everyone you see
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Like him and her and you and me
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Pretends to be a pillar of society
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A model of propriety, sobriety and piety
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Who shudders at the thought of notoriety
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Ladies an' gents here before you
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Which none of 'em ever admits
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May have savory looks
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But they're sinners and crooks
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Hypocrites!
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There are preachers who kill
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There are killers who preach
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There are teachers who lie
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There are liars who teach
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Take your pick, dear
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'Cos it's all a facade
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If we're not one but two
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Are we evil or good?
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Do we walk the fine line
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That we'd cross if we could?
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Are we waiting
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To break through the facade?
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One or two
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May look kinda well-to-do, ha!
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They're as bad as me and you
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Right down to their boots
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I'm inclined to think half mankind
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Thinks the other half is blind
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Wouldn't be surprised to find
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They're all in cahoots
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At the end of the day
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They don't mean what they say
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They don't say what they mean
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They don't ever come clean
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And their answer
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Is it's all a facade
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Man is not one but two
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He is evil and good
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And he walks the fine line
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We'd all cross if he could
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It's a nightmare
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We can never discard
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So we stay on our guard
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Though we love the facade
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What's behind the facade?
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Look behind the facade
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