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Take a look around this lonely place
where a mask is worn on every face
and painted lips gently kiss
the end of their cigarettes

This world is dressed in such fineness
to cover all the emptiness
We're standing here in between
the pages of a magazine

Chorus:
You'll never know what I feel inside me
I'll never know what you think about
Until we share what we keep in private
Until we find what we're living without

Our shadows move across the wall
No promises no talk at all
Inside the crowd we dance alone
with faces made of stone

Chorus:
You'll never know what I feel inside me
I'll never know what you think about
Until we share what we keep in private
Until we find what we're living without