Don't make it worse, don't make it worse, don't make it worse
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Don't make it worse, don't make it worse, don't make it worse
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Bitch, don't fucking make it worse (hey)
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Don't make it worse, don't make it worse, don't make it worse
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Position
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Don't make it worse, don't make it worse, don't make it worse
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Bitch, don't fucking make it worse (hey)
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The palm cuts the mirror (oh-oh-oh)
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The lines will be crossed out by a red stripe
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Mirror, tell me, am I in the world of all (oh-oh)
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I leave scars on my hands
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The palm cuts the mirror (oh-oh-oh)
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The lines will be crossed out by a red stripe
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Mirror, tell me, am I in the world of all (oh-oh)
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I leave scars on my hands
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I believed myself, that's a joke
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Look for an entrance when it's time to exit
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Get out, bolt the doors
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Do not let him in henceforth, he is cunning
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It's a bad omen to come back home
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Okay, I'll come back later
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When my neighbor takes a bit on his chest
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Just a little, I'll slip unnoticed on my fingers
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I see a reflection - I spit into it
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I hit the mirror with my forehead
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This motherfucker annoys me
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Buzzing in my head night and day
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More disgusting picture
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Poking at the phone, champing from the trough
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He badly wants to find something there
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Exit to the window or exit from the trip
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The palm cuts the mirror (oh-oh-oh)
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The lines will be crossed out by a red stripe
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Mirror, tell me, am I in the world of all (oh-oh)
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I leave scars on my hands
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The palm cuts the mirror (oh-oh-oh)
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The lines will be crossed out by a red stripe
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Mirror, tell me, am I in the world of all (oh-oh)
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I leave scars on my hands
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Scars on the hands, scars on the hands
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Scars on the hands, scars on the hands
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Scars on the hands, scars on the hands
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I’ll run a fragment through the body again, hack it on the nose
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Memory will not suddenly fail, burned a couple of spans in the forehead
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The property of the republic cuts a circle with its nostrils
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Why, why are you lulling the brain
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I suck, honestly, I don't love myself
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The selfish foul-mouthed brute opens his beak
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Let the lord then hastily croak
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Hurry up a pill from worries ay
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But the echo doesn't say hello
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There is a mirror in the black room
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The boy wants to know the answer
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Don't get rid of bitter laughter
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The boy must know the answer, can't wait
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Mirror, tell me, tell the whole truth
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I am the strongest in the world
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All blush and smarter
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What is the mirror in response
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You are beautiful, no doubt
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Except for the reflection in me... |