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  1. Masks

From the album Windows

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A wealthy suburban woman who has allowed her soul to become bankrupt in return for material security and a philandering husband.

Lyrics

Masks
(Penwell)

Sun up, new day. Beds made, kids play. Flat screen run in place. Celebrities insane. Show their bright white teeth for the light parade. How do they breathe in these masks they make? White wine and loose change. It’s the same old same same. Match book like a right hook. Another faceless name. I know he’s trying. We’re all trying. How do we breathe in these masks we make. Sun setts. Light fades. Wine spills. Pay bills. He watches the game. He watches the game. He just had a rough day. It was just the barmaid. It was just the barmaid.