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| Still the Joke Grows Old I knew you first From a play Where I cried because it was happy I didn't know what it was about It was okay, I had you I was blind from your glow Your greatness was too much for me I never thought you really cared But I followed the joke Still this joke grows old You once told me I was pretty And you forgot You once held me in your arms And you let me go Now you have locked me away in the basement Where I cry because I'm cold Still this joke grows old I know you now From sight But I am blind I don't cry but I can't hold my head up high Not for shame But because you come around You disgrace the meaning I look for Still this joke grows old You keep loving life You have fun You put on a play How you choose them or why you keep going Is a mystery You put on a mask for your crowd But they haven't been behind the scenes Where I worked back stage |