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Yeah, Decency, she done left our home
On her rollerskates
So I guess shes pretty far gone.
Left me with my greed
To answer for my own,
For how could a deadened sense
Tell right from wrong?

So thanks for nothing, I aint feeling the magic
Kinda comic how I got tragic
Mirror, Mirror, on the wall,
What do you give someone who has it all?

More, just to be sure
I got what I wanted so naturally, I want more,
What I paid for; entertain me now,
All I want is more, cause I like it
Too good to let it go, keep it coming
Cause I want more cause Im not sure
What I really wanted, suffice to say I want more

Yeah, Modesty, her rule now overthrown,
Packed her teddybear, so as not to go alone
Left me with my pride to live beneath a stone
For how could an amputee ever pick a bone?

So tell me something: isnt this a bit drastic?
My smile is turning to plastic
Mirror, Mirror, on the wall
Whats the secret for staying droll?

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You know it isnt particularly funny;
Killjoy, he walks in just when its turning sunny
Killjoy, he lives like its all about the money
Its all about the money, its all about the money
Its all about the money, Its all about the money.

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