100 lyrics for "Mirror mirror"

And no message could have been any clearer If you wanna make the world a better place Take a look at yourself and then make a change I'm starting with the man in the mirror I'm asking him to change his ways Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na I'm starting with
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Lipstick letters across the mirror this morning Said, "goodbye, baby." You left with no warning Like a thief in the night, you ran away with my heart I can't believe my eyes, must be a bad dream You always said we had a good thing You never once let on
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Simmer down bitch, it's Iggy season Everywhere I go they say it's Iggy season 'Til I get what I want, baby I ain't leavin' Every time I go out everybody wanna show out I just see a girl in the mirror, told her "you the reason" I ain't worried 'bout shit,
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So tell me dear (tell me dear), can your heart still break If it's already stopped beating? She doesn't know, she doesn't know the kiss of death. Black is black and love is, love is death. Black cats, Black hearts, the wicked never rest. I curse the day
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Hey Romeo, let's go down to Mexico Chase senoritas drink ourselves silly Show them Mexican girls a couple real hillbillies Got a pocket full of cash and that old Ford truck Fuzzy cat hangin' from the mirror for luck Said don't you know all those little
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And the fallen will get down on his knees You gonna face the mirror, you gonna seek another day And forever the man in the coat Then along came the mirror and the ripper What do you see in the night? Passing shadows that can scar your soul And make you
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Journey with me Into the mind of a maniac Doomed to be a killer Since I came out the nut sack I'm in a murderous mind-state With a heart full of terror I see the devil in the mirror
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Sometimes you can't make it on your own And it's you when I look in the mirror Listen to me now I need to let you know You don't have to go it alone And it's you when I don't pick up the phone Tough, you think you've got the stuff You're telling me and
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And when your dreams have come to end How will you buy your happiness? And when your self is all you have left With what will you fill your emptiness? Mirror, mirror on the wall Who’s the ugliest of them all? Severed, crawling like spiders Injecting
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