The Act

Why don’t you all join in

Everyone plays anyway

I’ll set out the cards

So you can play the game

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No one explains the rules

Because the trick is to lie

To turn all into fools

And paste on a disguise

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Everyone follows their role

Their scripted life

Players on a stage

No emotion for their lines

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You be the Joker

I’ll be the Queen

She’ll be the cheerleader

And he’ll play ball at her feet

The world keeps spinning

And we keep rolling

The film hasn’t stopped

So why break the act

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In pre-written farce

That we’re all forced to play

I again deal the cards

So we continue the game

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My King beats your Jack

And the Ace takes all

We’re left stabbed in the back

Poising ourselves for the fall

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You be the Joker

I’ll be the Queen

She’ll be the cheerleader

And he’ll play ball at her feet

The world keeps spinning

And we keep rolling

The film hasn’t stopped

So why break the act

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With costumes of masquerade

Each slyly hides his own face

In attempts to remain different

We contradict until we are all the same

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The masks we wear over time rot

Pieces of skin will slowly flake off

We will thus die a life of façade

Lost then among tombstones of those life forgot