The theater is showing the bourgeoisie
the play, its "An Ordinary Day"
A strange sense creeps hauntingly from the stage
but hey, it's an ordinary day
~Oh, like a masquerade
that coaxes all to leave reality
Oh, lovely precious thoughts
of never returning~
dear patrons all dazzled hypnotically
in haze of a most peculiar state
dazed eyes gaze and sparkle with reverie
please stay? perfect, ordinary day
~Oh, like a masquerade
that coaxes all to leave reality
Oh, lovely precious thoughts
of never returning~
To this place we go
In this place we are gone
Into bliss we fall
Into bliss we float on
~Oh, like a masquerade
that coaxes all to leave reality
Oh, lovely precious thoughts
of never returning~
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