The Hall of Mirrors

I'm taking a walk through the chapel royal

I'm here every day as far as I can tell

It's here where I come alive, the mirrors won't tell a lie

I'm lookin' back at me, I'm lookin' back at me

I look at the wall and the others the same

When I ask, "Who is God?" something echoes my name

So beautiful, chauvenistic, and vain

I call it true love, but you call me insane

The Hall of Mirrors

Hall of Mirrors, I come alive

I question the architect, Houdin Mansart

I this hall is torn down, it will tear me apart

He said, "We'll add more mirrors."

I said, "That's a good start, uh-huh."

I look at my reflection and the others the same

When I ask, "Who is God?" something echoes my name

So elegent, chauvenistic, and vain

I call it self-adored, but you still call me insane

Hall of Mirrors

Hall of Mirrors

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