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This is our life
A big puppet show
With fake, truethless smiles
And words that don't count.

So are we the toys
In hands of a child
From birth to our death
In a trap that's called life.

Are you trying to hide
your emotions and dreams
all your pain and your joy
all behind this gray mask

Do you feel all alone
In the city that's dead
Where all people are fake
And where nobody cares.