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Oh, yes, I'm the great pretender, pretending I'm doing well; my need is such, I pretend too much, I'm lonely, but no one can tell. Oh, yes, I'm the great pretender, adrift in a world of my own, I play the game, but to my real shame, you've left me to dream all alone. Too real is this feeling of make believe, too real when I feel what my heart can't conceal. Oh, yes, I'm the great pretender, just laughing and gay like a clown, I seem to be what I'm not, (not) you see, (you see) I'm wearing my heart like a clown, pretending that you're still around. Too real when I feel what my heart can't conceal. Oh, yes (yes), I'm the great pretender, just laughing and gay like a clown, I seem to be what I'm not (what I'm not), you see (you see), I'm wearing my heart like a clown, pretending that you're... pretending that you're still around. (Grazie a Gerardo Perrotta per questo testo) From Letras Mania