| One day he was admiring his reflection
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| In his favorite mirror
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| When he realised all too clearly
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| What a freakin' old beasty man he was
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| Who is? |
| you is, you is now son
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| I took to hiding, I took to hiding
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| I took to hiding, hiding strange things
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| I took to dribbling, we took to dribbing down my front
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| I starting running, I starting running on the spot
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| Picture, picture, now i’m gonna eat your
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| Picture, picture, now i’m gonna eat ya
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| We’re all food, your cake
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| We’re all the food, your weirdos' cream
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| Quick quick, fast fast, quick quick, fast fast
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| I took to dribbling, I took to dribbing down my front
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| You took to hiding, you took to hiding strange things
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| One day she was touching her reflection
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| In her favorite mirror
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| When she relised all to clearly
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| What a freakin' old weirdo she was
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| Who was? |
| She was, she is…
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| Fast fast, quick quick, quick quick, fast fast
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| She took to hiding, she took to hiding strange things
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| I took to dribbling, I took to dribbing down my front |