Make the Façade shine
When the show is dead
All that for a facade
Make the Façade shine
When the show is dead
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An image that would make you talk loudly
When everything is at its blandest
When the factory no longer makes enough gold
Inventing in the hope
To avoid slipping
Forcing to be seen
Until crashing the parade
Where is the soul? Where is the man?
Where is the air that resonates?
Where is the art that presents itself for real?
Where is the soul? Where is the man?
Where is the humble microphone?
For all those who scribble thousands of projects
Putting a dream out of a nightmare
Camouflaging the sullen
Like an old dump
Under a neighborhood that we idolize
Distort the mirror
Until we believe in miracles
Where is the soul? Where is the man?
Where is the air that resonates?
Where is the art that presents itself for real?
Where is the soul? Where is the man?
Where is the humble microphone?
For everyone who scribbles thousands of projects

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