A picture of Dorian Gray
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Reading the picture that mirrors your soul
Your lifeless reflection, your vanity cold
Feeling impulsive and losing control
You lost your truth long ago
But if I pry I’ll know
How far your lies have grown
Perhaps we’ll never see again
The life from which you stole
Your youth has died
Your truth has died
Sit down to think your becoming ugly
He’s painted the picture and stolen your beauty
You lost your truth so very long ago
Well you lost your youth so very long ago
And if I pry I’ll know
How far your lies have grown
Perhaps we’ll never see again
The life from which you stole
Your youth has died
Your truth has died
Can you count backwards from 100 down to 10?
I’ll turn the clock back and you can start over again
Just think of the lovers that you might meet again
Then you’ll have your lust life
Arisen from the dead.
And if I pry I’ll know
How far your lies have grown
Perhaps we’ll never see again
The life from which you stole
Your youth has died
Your truth has died
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