| Mirror, mirror on the wall
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| Who’s the greatest of them all?
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| I’m the master of illusion
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| Welcome to my mad delusion
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| I’m the one who makes the rules
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| For the heroes and the fools
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| I can tear down angels from the sky
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| And make Mona Lisa cry
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| You can hear the weeping violins
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| Long before the bitter end begins
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| You can see the strings and puppeteer
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| Before the dusk will make them disappear
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| The game is over
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| No mor rounds to play, it’s time to pay
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| Who’s got the joker?
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| Th game is over
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| Who’s got the joker
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| To kill the lies and make your heart recall
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| There’s no other sky to fall
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| The dominoes of greed
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| Are falling for your endless needs
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| You’re the master of illusion
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| Lost in your sad delusion
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| Every time you roll the dice
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| We’re the ones who pay the price
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| While the oceans boil for your games
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| You just feed the flames
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| You can hear the weeping violins
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| Long before the bitter end begins
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| You can see the strings and puppeteer
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| Before the dusk will make them disappear
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| The game is over
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| No more rounds to play, it’s time to pay
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| Who’s got the joker?
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| The game is over
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| Who’s got the joker
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| To kill the lies and make your heart recall
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| There’s no other sky to fall
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| And you will ask:
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| «Which one am I?
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| Am I dead or still alive?»
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| Reflections of the real fade
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| The stranger in the mirror remains
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| Can you hear the weeping violins
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| And cut the strings before the end begins?
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| The game is over
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| No more rounds to play, it’s time to pay
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| Who’s got the joker?
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| The game is over
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| Who’s got the joker?
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| We are the ones; |
| we hold the cards
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| There’s no other sky to fall |