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The morgue is filled with all the dead faces I once wore, I am no mortician , The bodies have begun to rot, The men I once claimed to be can no long pass for the real thing, I wore their faces like masks, Played the role that was asked, Encores were demanded, I was not prepared for this, I am no mortician, The bodies have begun to rot, I guess the show goes on, Even with broken things
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Oct 23, 2021
Oct 23, 2021 at 12:43 AM UTC
Morgue
The morgue is filled with all the dead faces I once wore, I am no mortician , The bodies have begun to rot, The men I once claimed to be can no long pass for the real thing, I wore their faces like masks, Played the role that was asked, Encores were demanded, I was not prepared for this, I am no mortician, The bodies have begun to rot, I guess the show goes on, Even with broken things
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Oct 23, 2021
Oct 23, 2021 at 12:43 AM UTC
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