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Pull back the curtains now

And welcome everyone in

It's almost time, so dim the lights

And cue the lonely violin

Oh, how pretty pretty she

The tiny singer from stage left

Laying bare our sinful doubt

Leaving us where we wept

And from right, the clown

A reflection of our quiet cries

For he creates a made-up smile

Hiding deep his well known lies

Up plays the band's fevered fury

Build us up, for this we long

Don't let this be the bitter end

Let us live within your saintly song

A flash and crash from up above

Draws the eyes of the wild folk

Whimpers replace the quiet band

The crowd forsaken and without hope

And on the stage lay tiny singer

The clown now cries as lights fade

And onward plays the lonely violin

Mocking us for the lives we've made

The darkness comes upon us all 

And quiet rests upon our shaking lips

There's no more song, no more show

Nothing more than what this now is

Our shame, our fears, now we know

Nothing changed from beginning to end

We just had the blessed, short-lived middle

And it was so glorious to play pretend.