From the lying mirror to the movement of stars

Everybody's looking for who they are

Those who know don't have the words to tell

And the ones with the words don't know too well



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Could be the famine

Could be the feast

Could be the pusher

Could be the priest

Always ourselves we love the least

That's the burden of the angelbeast



Birds of paradise -- birds of prey

Here tomorrow, gone today

Cross my forehead, cross my palm

Don't cross me or I'll do you harm



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We go crying, we come laughing

Never understand the time we're passing

Kill for money, die for love

Whatever was God thinking of?



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