I'm taking a walk through the chapel royal
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I'm here every day as far as I can tell
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It's here where I come alive, the mirrors won't tell a lie
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I'm lookin' back at me, I'm lookin' back at me
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I look at the wall and the others the same
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When I ask, "Who is God?" something echoes my name
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So beautiful, chauvenistic, and vain
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I call it true love, but you call me insane
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The Hall of Mirrors
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Hall of Mirrors, I come alive
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I question the architect, Houdin Mansart
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I this hall is torn down, it will tear me apart
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He said, "We'll add more mirrors."
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I said, "That's a good start, uh-huh."
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I look at my reflection and the others the same
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When I ask, "Who is God?" something echoes my name
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So elegent, chauvenistic, and vain
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I call it self-adored, but you still call me insane
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Hall of Mirrors
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Hall of Mirrors
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Hall of Mirrors
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| Louis XIV |