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Yeah, Decency, she done left our home

On her rollerskates

So I guess she’s 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 ain’t 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 I’m 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: isn’t this a bit drastic?

My smile is turning to plastic

Mirror, Mirror, on the wall

What’s the secret for staying droll?

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You know it isn’t particularly funny;

Killjoy, he walks in just when it’s turning sunny

Killjoy, he lives like it’s all about the money

It’s all about the money, it’s all about the money

It’s all about the money, It’s all about the money.