| Woke from this dream without the pain
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| Perhaps a second look will bring me round again
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| I looked for you, I turned but
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| You were gone
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| Oh, I wish that you had come along
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| I wish you were here
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| I wish you were there
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| Oh, how I wish that you were anywhere at all
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| Here comes the son and I hope that you can see
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| The light does not pour out of me
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| You filled me up with cheap perfume
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| Cheaper pornography
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| But, I am not a servant to your royal master’s plea
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| Walk down this hall of mirrors
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| Walk down this hall of mirrors
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| Reflect what you see
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| Walk down this hall of mirrors
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| Reject what you have been
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| Walk down this hall of mirrors
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| Reject what you have been
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| Now all your angels have wings
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| But they don’t deliver anything
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| Rekindling the flames of the fiery ring
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| Hell on earth is all they bring
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| Hell on earth is all they bring
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| Walk down this hall of mirrors
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| Walk down this hall of mirrors
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| Walk down this hall of mirrors
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| Now all those wild cards they won’t turn your water into wine
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| Those bitter grapes die rotting, rotting on the vine |