| Oh mirror mirror, you’re coming in clear
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| I’m finally somewhere in between
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| I’m impressed, what a beautiful chest
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| I never meant to make a big scene
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| Will you resign to the latest design?
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| You look so messy when you dress up in dreams
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| One more for hire, a wonderful liar
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| I think it’s time we all should come clean
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| Stack dead actors, stacked to the rafters
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| Line up the bastards all I want is the truth
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| Hey hey now can you fake it?
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| Can you make it look like we won?
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| Hey hey now, can you take it?
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| And we cry when they all die blonde
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| God bless, what a sensitive mess
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| Yeah, but things aren’t always what they seem
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| Your teary eyes, your famous disguise
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| Never knowing who to believe
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| See through, yeah but what do you do?
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| When you’re just another aging drag queen
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| Stack dead actors, stacked to the rafters
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| Line up the bastards all I want is the truth
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| Hey hey now can you fake it?
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| Can you make it look like we won?
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| Hey hey now, can you take it?
|
| And we cry when they all die blonde
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| Stack dead actors, stacked to the rafters
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| Line up the bastards all I want is the truth
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| Stack dead actors, stacked to the rafters
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| Line up all the bastards
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| And we cry when they all die blonde
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| Hey hey now can you fake it?
|
| Can you make it look like we won?
|
| Hey hey now, can you take it?
|
| And we cry when they all die blonde
|
| Stack dead actors, stacked to the rafters
|
| Line up the bastards all I want is the truth
|
| Stack dead actors, stacked to the rafters
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| Line up the bastards
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| And we cry when they all die blonde |