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Can't you see? I smile, I laugh,
but it's all fake. It's a mask, a show, so you won't worry, you know? But it hurts, it burns, and inside I'm silently crying. Can't you see? I try to pass, behind a smile, a puppet, a mask. a lie, so I can get on by. But I'm lost and scared, and inside I'm silently crying. Can't you see? Just look on past, the tears and sorrow behind the mask. The truth, what all my world has fallen to, It stings, it throbs, and inside I'm silently crying.
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