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We wear disguises, corruptions and shames
Acting like fugitives assuming new names
So this is a joke with a curse in the middle
I'm going back to talking in riddles
I feel your charms and spells
So where do you suppose we get to cast off all these charlatan clothes
Poor man ??? no respectable blushes
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All of those ??? talk down to
They speak up don't mutter
Or utter so low that your tongue reaches into the gutter
Or better still let silence prevail
There was a persuasion of diamonds, the wisdom of pearls
The explosion of garlands over the peals of bells
Do you know what I know
Do you know what I've seen
The sky broken open and it pours down the old chimney(?)
I feel your charms and spells
So where do you suppose we get to cast off all these charlatan clothes
Where do you suppose
Everybody knows
That there will come a time when we will cast off these charlatan clothes
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