Between the sleep and the rising sun,
Between the lost and what's being won —
The show must go on.
Small victories, big stage falls,
Crumbling inside these painted walls —
The show must go on.
A face the world sees, a mask so bright,
One person who knows you in the night —
The show must go on.
Fighting the mind, the thoughts, the war,
Not sure what you're even fighting for —
The show must go on.
Empires built, crores in the hand,
But no one there who understands —
The show must go on.
One smile on your smallest win,
One moment lived — just breathe it in —
The show must go on.
Someone asked me, what is life?
Through the beauty, through the strife —
I smiled and said —
The show that must go on.
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