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The jester knows his place To entertain your grace Shackled by a chain Using breath to make a flame And it burns And it burns A fool or a mage? The use of masquerade In the castle walls 40ft tall before the use spades Or the ace up his sleeve You are perfect cannon-fodder for their games Feed you to the gators, they'll enjoy you, they're depraved In a world of kings and queens Where laughter reigns supreme There's a jolly jester jiving and performing like a dream And dances And he twirls With a smile upon his face Bringing joy and merriment His jokes are sharp, his wit is keen, a jest for every need But underneath The painted face Letras de canciones Is a heart that Truly, truly bleeds For though this wretch of a being brings blithe There's a sadness in his eyes, oh Yearning for acceptance Underneath the painted guise Still he jests and frolics, bringing joy to all their lives But in a world Of chaos He's a light that Never will retreat For though this wretch of a being brings blithe There's a sadness in his eyes You are perfect cannon fodder for their games He's a heart that Truly, truly bleeds Truly, truly bleeds From Letras Mania