| You can travel down your roads of fantasy and wonder
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| And let each and every beauty pillage, rape and plunder
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| The pure and golden treasure buried underneath your breast
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| Is covered in the muck that used indulgences detest
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| She longs to see it shine
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| She longs for you come down
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| From where you sit so high on your head a crystal crown
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| She’s a mirage
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| She’s and idol
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| She’s not real
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| Remove her from your mind and you will see
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| She’s a mirage
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| She’s a liar
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| She won’t heal you
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| She will try to come between you and me
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| You can spend your strength on women
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| On those who ruin kingdoms
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| The unfaithful will be torn from the land
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| For the trouble that they bring them
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| Her house leads down to death
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| Her charm’s an evil force
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| And the ties that bind the flesh
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| Will sever in divorce
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| She’s a mirage
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| She’s and idol
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| She’s not real
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| Remove her from your mind and you will see
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| She’s a mirage
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| She’s a liar
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| She won’t heal you
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| She will try to come between you and me
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| Take her down from your pedestal
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| She’s no use anymore
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| You will recognize the face of death
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| It fooled you once before
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| She will find herself disgusted as she’s lying on the floor
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| Look how vanity has led you where the road turns into dark despair
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| I hope I never see you there
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| Forgive me darlin' being unaware
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| You’re no mirage
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| You are nothing of the kind
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| You are noble you are wise and you are pure
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| A good woman is the hardest thing to find
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| If there’s anything I know
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| Of this I’m sure |