| Yeah, Decency, she done left our home
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| On her rollerskates
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| So I guess she’s pretty far gone.
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| Left me with my greed
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| To answer for my own,
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| For how could a deadened sense
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| Tell right from wrong?
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| So thanks for nothing, I ain’t feeling the magic
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| Kinda comic how I got tragic
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| Mirror, Mirror, on the wall,
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| What do you give someone who has it all?
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| More, just to be sure-
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| I got what I wanted so naturally, I want more,
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| What I paid for; |
| entertain me now,
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| All I want is more, 'cause I like it Too good to let it go, keep it coming
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| ‘Cause I want more 'cause I’m not sure
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| What I really wanted, suffice to say I want more
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| Yeah, Modesty, her rule now overthrown,
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| Packed her teddybear, so as not to go alone
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| Left me with my pride to live beneath a stone
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| For how could an amputee ever pick a bone?
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| So tell me something: isn’t this a bit drastic?
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| My smile is turning to plastic
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| Mirror, Mirror, on the wall
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| What’s the secret for staying droll?
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| More…
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| You know it isn’t particularly funny;
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| Killjoy, he walks in just when it’s turning sunny
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| Killjoy, he lives like it’s all about the money
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| It’s all about the money, it’s all about the money
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| It’s all about the money, It’s all about the money. |