| 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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| 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... |