heriot
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credits:
Vocals: Aurelio Voltaire
Drums: Brian Viglione
Guitar: Knox Chandler
Bass: Emilio Zef China
Harpsichord and Keyboards: Aurelio Voltaire
Backing vocals: Donna Lynch

Lyrics:

The Masquerade

Every day the Masquerade is sending out the call
Every day that Night Bregade came crashing through that door
They said "What are you doing siting all alone just staring at the telephone?
There's a place we know that you can go and join in the parade"
And I said "I'm just sitting here licking my wounds
And i don't think i'll be finished soon
Where can I find a place to hide from this mess I've made?"

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