| Mirror, mirror, speak the truth
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| I see my age but not my youth
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| Pride comes before a fall
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| The winner’s eye is ever small.
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| Why
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| Why
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| Why
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| Why.
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| I realise it’s not too late
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| … (?) a penny on the plate
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| … (?) I feel so free
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| So blind eyes can never see.
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| Why
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| Why
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| Why
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| Why.
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| I keep on sliding down the wall
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| Till I can’t slide no more at all
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| I can’t climb back, I never could
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| And I just won’t try but I know I should.
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| Why
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| Why
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| Why
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| Why.
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| And
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| Wherefore
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| The King of hearts, he gave me frankincense
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| The King of clubs, his flask was myrrh
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| The diamond Queen brought back a purse of gold
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| That I had wanted from her.
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| The pack lay crushed and broken in her hand
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| Silence slipping slowly by The King of spades was all that I deserved
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| And I sat back and and wondered why
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| And I sat back and and wondered why. |