Nose is still Red
Everyday I dream, wish I could get off this cage.Every Kid who Chants I got to be a clay toy for them.
I didn't see anyone who thinks what's behind my face paint
Every clap I earn,just fades off for money
We are just puppets,with laces on your hands
Nothing left to loose and earn
Only life is countable
And the nose is still red ,still after the show
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