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A Ritual Mask |
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upon the wall |
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furnishes his surroundings |
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and he thinks that's all. |
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The Ritual Mask, |
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its power still strong, |
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a memento of his travels, |
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that he got for a song. |
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He got it for a song. |
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He got it for a song. |
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It was the song of the centuries undisturbed, |
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it was the song of secrets and power words; |
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it was the song of a culture not grown immune |
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to the virus of progress, |
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to the theft of the tune. |
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The Ritual Mask, |
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the evil eye |
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inhabits his apartment, |
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inhabits his mind |
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with a song of vengeance, |
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with a song of a debt repaid, |
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with a song of justice, |
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with a song of a hand unstayed, |
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with a song of a culture as old as the hills... |
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that sits uneasy on the living-room wall |
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like a snake about to kill. |
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The Ritual Mask, |
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it won't take long |
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before he finds out the bargain |
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has turned out dreadfully wrong. |
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Oh, he got it for a song. |
