grapes of wrath are fruits of passion
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fulsome hands don't feel repentance
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seek the reason, find an answer
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why do only scars remain ... mirror, mirror on the wall
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a mean and ugly you can't understand
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a taste of freedom, insufficient
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but it's all that's left to be ... mirror, mirror on the wall
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don't be frightened, don't be anxious
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a new attempt and you fall further down
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come on defy indifference
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and the sun will shine for you again ... mirror, mirror on the wall
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(The Obvious Fact That) Scars Remain
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| Wolfsheim |
