| Sometimes when I’m alone
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| I imagine that the world is a mirror
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| And in my mind’s eye
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| Behold my dark inner nature
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| I’ve been wasting time on this time honoured whore
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| Till I get so confused I can’t see any more
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| And I have crawled where I should have seen the signs
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| Dragging my feet when I could have been flying
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| Sometimes when I’m sad
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| I drink to the health of my torment
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| And dance at the altar
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| To the tune of a drunken black tango
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| I’ve been wasting time on this time honoured whore
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| Till I get so confused I can’t see any more
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| Wasted my youth trying to settle old scores
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| Dragging my feet when I could have been flying
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| Dragging my feet when I should have been flying
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| Dragging my feet
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| Flying
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| Flying
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| Fly away, fly away
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| Fly away, fly away
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| Fly away, fly away
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| Fly away, fly away |