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I see myself from many angles |
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This room has got so many mirrors |
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I am among an alphabet of angels |
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But nothing is at it appears |
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(Come too) |
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Ohh alchemy |
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Take away the agony |
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(Before I disapear) |
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Ohh alchemy |
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Take away the misery, I made for me |
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I am possessed of twin opinions |
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Each one lies heavy on my chest |
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I peel away at them like onion skins |
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They continue to coexist |
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When I am sensible and settled |
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I like to try and wish him well |
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But when I'm full of heavy metal once again |
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All the pride inside me would give him hell |
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(Come too) |
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Ohh alchemy |
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Take away the agony |
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(Before I disapear) |
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Ohh alchemy |
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Take away the misery I made for me |
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Heavy metal well it gets inside |
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No matter how decisively or nice you slice it |
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It insinuates until the driest ice |
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Has taken every synapse for its own devices |
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Throat is coated with these frozen crystals |
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Notes you hold are only broken whistles |
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Slick as sequins are the icicles glistening |
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I think his kisses were sick as strychnine |
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(Come too) |
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Ohh alchemy |
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Take away the agony |
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(Before I disapear) |
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Ohh alchemy |
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Take away the misery I made for me |
