"Masquerade" genre: Punk
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	Lyrics I thought music had fixed me It’s no better than smoke to fix the ill In my head I’m still a mess A horrible movie through which I can’t sit still Feelings from my heart and four good chords Words from my head and an ashes flare Like masks scattered across the dance floor Of a grand masquerade ball Where no one cares. I though words had fixed me They’re no better than music to hide the hurt Like a sitcom stuck in re-runs The familiar without the comfort. Feelings from my heart and four good chords Words from my head and an ashes flare Like masks scattered across the dance floor Of a grand masquerade ball Where no one cares. Twenty years from now still distortion Four good chords only contortion No beautiful song, no beautiful face, no beautiful soul If only I could yell that's a wrap If only I could cancel the contract And make everything as beautiful as your eyes

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