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A Mask For Every Door

a mask for every door
I wear upon my face
a mask for every door

in this place, I am myself
that place? I am someone else

I don't know what it is
in this room, words, they flow
but past this door...
I've a mouth of stone

within these bars
I could laugh like a joke
but below the stars
I just don't know:
my mind is broke

a mask for every door
I wear upon my face
a mask for every door
what more could I ask for?

a part of me will never know
what it's like to be alone





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