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Solitude in the ivory pool
With oily rags and painted hags
There is no soil in this tired soul
Just the thin breast stone of the invading bone
And out of the way, through the window, deep in the clay
Slanted eyes, narrow highs
That gentleman's face is sombre-caped
Snug and still with his drum and bill
Black as death and hot as hell
I came looking for you
In famous halls, guns and celebration balls
I dreamt I was a man
They numbered my bones and lest you forget
The flim-flam man is part of the plan
Fight all the goddamns, fight the dancing man
Fading in the mirror, hollow in the flame
(Follow in the flame)
And the blackness of the soul is the only goal
That you pay heed to
Masterface never let you down, you dreamer
Masterface never let you down, you dreamer
Sorrow day is upon us now, you dreamer
Build it up and then break it down, you dreamer
Masterface never let you down, you dreamer
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