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You don't have to go ahead and mount a big search
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it's as clear as the road to that old Spanish church
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as plain as the nose on your cute little face
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its an open and shut case
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It'll come quick or ease in slow
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but when trouble hits it just won't let go
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there's always something you cannot resist
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a slow fade with a bitter twist
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Hold it up to the mirror
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tell me what you see
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something might look familiar
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but it's a bad likeness of me
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If you let things slip from bad to worse
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it's gonna take a miracle to lift that curse
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so clear the air get it off your chest
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take our medicine and hope for the best
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HOLD IT UP TO THE MIRROR
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| The Black Sorrows |
