| I see bodies in the mirror
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| I see baddies in the square
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| I’m quite partial when it’s suits me
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| I’m a septic nom de guerre
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| What’s this problem that you speak of?
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| Is it more than meat and bone?
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| I’d like to crown you with my ardor but my heart has been dethroned
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| And we all sing
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| No glow
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| Idiocy
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| No hope
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| And we all sing
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| No glow
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| Idiocy
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| No hope
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| I see petals in the mirror
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| I see pity in my prayer
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| I’m the hero when it suits me
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| I’m the landlocked mal de mer
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| I’m the vestal vitriolic
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| And my rose has overgrown
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| I’d like to haunt you with my caustic
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| But my ghost and soul’s on loan
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| And we all sing
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| No glow
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| Idiocy
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| No hope
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| And we all sing
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| No glow
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| Idiocy
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| No hope
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| I’m a fiend and a feeling
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| And I’m likely to offend
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| I’m a doom soaked anabolic
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| I’m the fog yet to descend
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| I’m the fog yet to descend
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| And we all sing
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| No glow
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| Idiocy
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| No hope
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| And we all sing
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| No glow
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| Idiocy
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| No hope |