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Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said "We are all just prisoners here, of our own device" And in the master's chambers,
They gathered for 
the feast.
They stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can't 
kill the beast. Mirrors on the ceiling, The pink champagne on ice And she said "We are all just prisoners here, of our own device" And in the master's chambers, They gathered for the feast. They stab it with their steely knives, But they just can't kill the beast.
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