The Best – …And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead
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The mime’s conceit has conquered over real beauty Grinning from a mask of hollowed bone Where a human is somewhere to be found But where, I don’t know
And things couldn’t be better
From behind the halls we cannot pass Hear the muffled traces of a boyish laugh Hear the monster screaming, “What have I become?” Before his looking-glass
And things couldn’t be better And things couldn’t be better
This is one fine life, this is one fine wine This is one fine wife, this is one fine lie This is one fine life, this is one fine wine This is one fine wife, this is one fine lie This is one fine life, this is one fine wine This is one fine wife, this is one fine lie
And things couldn’t be better And things couldn’t be better
They are the best, the best, the best, the best They are the best, the best, the best, the best They are the best, the best, the best, the best They are the best, the best, the best, the best