"Now come one, come all to this tragic affair; Wipe off that make-up; What's in is despair; So throw on the black dress; Mix in with the lot; You might wake up and notice you're someone you're not; If you look in the mirror and don't like what you see; You can find out first hand what its like to be me; So gather 'round piggies and kiss this
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