There is a beggar in the mirror babe
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He's been standing there since noon
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He's asking for a sacrament
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But he's singing out of tune
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There is a beggar in the mirror babe
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He's got a monkey on his knees
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He jitters as he falls asleep
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Reminiscent of the trees
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Oh what a strange, strange way
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To make me start my day
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With the news
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Of theses Subconscious, Overly-Familiar Blues
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There is a French girl in the mirror babe
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She's wearing satin strings
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Her dog is named Toulouse Lautrec
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He's seen some dirty things
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There's a piano in the mirror babe
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But all it's keys are black
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The monkey's playing muted horn
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The French girl's playing cello in the back
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Oh what a strange, strange way
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To make me start my day
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With the news
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Of theses Subconscious, Overly-Familiar Blues
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There is a bottle in the mirror babe
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And it's full of past regrets
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The beggar and the French girl
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Are drinking to forget
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There is a windmill in the mirror babe
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Which the monkey painted red
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There are hookers singing lullabies
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For all the tears the beggar shed
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Oh what a strange, strange way
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To make me start my day
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With the news
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Of theses Subconscious, Overly-Familiar Blues
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There is a midget in the mirror babe
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And a giant on his head
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And the midget's made of gummy-bears
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And the giant's made of led
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There is a beggar in the mirror babe
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He's howling at the moon
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He's asking for repentance
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But he's singing out of tune
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Oh what a strange, strange way
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To make me start my day
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With the news
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Of theses Subconscious, Overly-Familiar Blues
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Subconscious Overly-Familiar Blues
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Asaf Avidan |