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Behind The Curtain Sweat pours down his face As he stands behind the curtain A faint roar of all the obscene words Coming from the ocean of people As you pray for protection Your heart races as you step out And look into the eyes of those who dispise you For them you put on a show of pain When it's all over and done you wonder; Was I good enough? Why am I in so much pain? Then it starts all over, Planning your 15 minutes of fame Then behind the curtain you appear again
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