He sits in the dark
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Looking into the glass
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with his hands in the jar
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what a sticky white mess
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he applies and he wonders "Oh how'd I ever get here?"
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Piercing his reflection, as he pulls off an ear
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'neath the sign reading exit by the backstage door
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his fans are collected for a glimpse at the star
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he emerges and they wonder "oh how can it be?"
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"that this angel is the monster we have all come to see?"
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In that labyrinth
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In that lab your in
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In the watery depths of hell
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boy you were so renowned in the underground
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even the dead can tell where the witches dwell
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eating all you know as a when to go
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on a board soaring out to space
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selling ice cream when, we are at the end, in a war between heaven and hell
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"This is your fate, Mr. Jones, my dear!"
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said the Devil to dear Mr. Jones
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"You'll be loved by the millions and great at your task!
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but no one will see who is under the mask!
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cover your face, Mr. Jones, my dear
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It's hot as hell under the foam
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and, like me, you will be in a crowd yet all alone"
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The story, saw it with him
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and fessendins known it for years
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It shines from within him
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through the growls and the moans and the tears
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In that labyrinth
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In that lab your in
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In the watery depths of hell
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boy you were so renowned in the underground
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even the dead can tell where the witches dwell
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eating all you know as a when to go
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on a board soaring out to space
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selling ice cream when, we are at the end, in a war between heaven and hell
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"Show us your face Mr. Jones, my dear"
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said the Angels to dear Mr. Jones
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"It's a crime to the heavens for even a while
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to hide for a moment that beautiful smile!
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show us your face, Mr. Jones my dear"
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said the angels to dear Mr. Jones
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"You are loved and you know,
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you will never be alone"
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The Devil And Mr. Jones
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| Voltaire |
