| I’m the man behind the curtain
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| The one who pulls the strings
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| Got my finger on the button
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| But my mind’s on other things
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| I’m the most impressive person
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| No one’s ever really seen, oh
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| In the shadow of the spotlight
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| Always waiting in the wings
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| I’m ready for my close up
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| When the fat lady sings
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| I don’t know if you can hear me
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| But you’d better hear me out
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| I manipulate the matrix
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| I know how it all turns out
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| I’m The Man Behind The Curtain, oh
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| Pay no attention to
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| The Man Behind The Curtain, oh
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| And I know how it all turns out
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| My little white lies
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| Are all getting colored in
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| My impromptu alibis
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| Well, they’re wearing mighty thin
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| Though you don’t walk away with anything
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| You didn’t carry in
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| I deliver dispensation
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| For most any random sin
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| I’m The Man Behind The Curtain, oh
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| Pay no attention to
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| The Man Behind The Curtain, oh
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| And I know how it all turns out
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| And when the curtain gets pulled away
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| Guess there’s always a piper to pay
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| You caught me out
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| In my base deception
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| I was only trying to make
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| The wrong impression
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| On the punters, punks and drunkards
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| That fortune floats my way
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| And the curtain gets pulled away
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| I’m The Man Behind The Curtain, oh
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| Pay no attention to
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| The Man Behind The Curtain, oh
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| I know how it all turns out
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| I’m The Man Behind The Curtain, oh
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| Pay no attention to
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| The Man Behind The Curtain, oh
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| I know how it all turns out
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| The man, the man, the man, the man, the man
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| I know how it all turns out
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| And when the curtain finally comes down
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| The puppets all slump to the ground
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| The doves lie silent in their covered cages
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| And though the mezzanines are still echoing
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| With the rock of ages
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| The circus has moved on to another town
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| And the curtain finally comes down… |