| Mirror, mirror on the wall
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| Who’s fucked up of them all?
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| Fall to your knees, you better hope and pray
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| I’ll pick the flowers from your grave
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| Leave all the thorns in the resting place
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| You better not fear coz we’re all freaks here
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| You better watch this space
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| If your soul’s from the belly below we’ve got something here for you
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| Take my hand and follow me into the grave
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| All the witches gather round, beat the drums to the monstrous sounds.
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| Of the gates that’s will await into your hell
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| We’ve been expecting you, we’d like you to come and stay
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| All the freaks will gather round, beat the drums to the terrible sounds
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| And await the holy gates into your spell
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| Mirror, mirror in my hand
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| Who’s the fucked up in the land
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| Fall to your knees, you better hope and pray
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| I’ll pick the flowers from the grave
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| Leave all the thorns in the resting place
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| You better not fear coz we’re all fucked here
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| You better watch this space
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| If your face is a horrid disgrace
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| We could teach a thing or two
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| Take my hand and follow me into the grave
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| All the witches gather round, beat the drums to the terrible sounds.
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| Of the gates that’s will await into your hell
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| We’ve been expecting you, we’d like you to come and stay
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| All the witches will gather round, beat the drums to the terrible sounds
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| Of the gates that’s will await into your hell
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| And I can’t be myself, I can’t be nobody else
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| I will carry all my sins into the grave
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| If I see the flames of hell, maybe god can show and tell
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| In a world that’s always bleeding at it knees |