They're fucking after us,
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my bathroom mirror is cluttered with colonial faces.
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it's a fright, it's a sight, powdered chalky white.
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You've got to rescue me
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they're stalking me, hiding in mirrors like flesh jack-o-lanterns.
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It's a tease, it's a shock, they shriek,
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"The Redcoats are coming!" like a choir of boiling lobsters.
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Rescue
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| The Blood Brothers |
