The Best

Lyrics

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
 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
 They are the best
 

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Song Details

Duration
04:47
Key
9
Tempo
117 BPM

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