Behind her curtain

They wanna know the real me

Behind a curtain I hide

Gazin at the cold streets

Covering my lies

Yet they wanna know the real me

But I cant bare what lies

So sit here by this window

Gazin at the cold streets

Behind a Curtian I hide

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