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I'm a master of disguise, |
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Mystery in your eyes, |
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Travelling the backroads of your country. |
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Well, you think you've got my number |
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And then again, you wonder |
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Will you ever get to find the real me. |
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Things are not always |
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As they first may seem |
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It's like living in a dream. |
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So you'd like me to reveal |
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All that i know and feel |
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At the risk of causing panic and destruction. |
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Well, there's a method to this madness. |
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I don't mean to cause you sadness |
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My course is strictly governed by instruction. |
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Things are not always |
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As they first may seem |
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It's like living in a dream. |
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I'm a master of disguise |
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Not about to compromise |
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My position in this scheme of worldly values. |
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Ah, they're calling out my name. |
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I've promised to remain |
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Ever faithful to the memory of what is true. |
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Things are not always |
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As they first may seem |
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It's like living in a dream. |
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Oh, i'm living in a dream, |
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I'm high, i'm high. |
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In the cold, cold night, i'm high. |
