The mask keeps on slipping and tearing The holes are big enough to see I strain and I'm bending to hear you What did you tell me So slow You see me disappear Taken in taken away You see me disappear Taken in taken away Caught in another memory Looking for something left to see Now I want something The one in the corner its moving Slowly up slowly down Never too brilliant or clever It won't turn around The mask keeps on slipping and tearing The holes are big enough to see No one will know that I'm looking They can't get to me
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