Lots of People with happy faces,
Wearing a simple smiling mask.
Strolling around the main street,
Singing, dancing, having a blast.
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I walk around going my own way,
No mask on my face, not tonight.
The wind is chill on my back,
No breeze slips through the crowd.
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It’s funny when you think of it,
Behind those masks are pursed lips.
They don’t have to smile tonight,
No, not tonight.
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It’s the Bacolod Mascara festival,
Everyone’s out to have a good time.
As if there is no moon to lull them,
No there’s no moon, not tonight.
—
Amidst the crowd I see a face,
She slowly walks and makes her way.
I stop and stare for a while,
I won’t get to know her, not tonight.
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We pass by a float, no make that two,
My mind wonders at the tought of you.
And where you could be at this time,
And yet I say to myself no, not tonight.
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So I move on watching the lights,
They move and shine and give joy.
To this otherwise dark, dreary night,
But darkness ain’t far, no, not tonight.
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So we buy a beer, make that two,
Waiting for the cheers to expire.
And our smiles fly with them,
The masks just won’t do, no, not tonight.
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So I send you a short mesage,
Asking you how you are.
As the minutes fly, I get concerned,
But I tell myself no, not tonight.
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In all this I know 4 days is too short,
And my time here will pass me by.
I think to take one step at a time,
And I tell my worries no, not tonight.
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Yet 4 Days is too long a time for me,
And as I think about going home.
I just hope to be there to see you,
So I rest my mind and tell myself no, not tonight.
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I live on and write down my story,
Tell it to God and bid Him goodnight.
My thoughts and prayers go out to you,
And so I dream of you tonight, my darling.
Just for tonight.
