So descend into cliche if the music has forsaken you. Roll the stone over the grave, I never liked that one anyways. Or stare into the face of whatever it is that's facing you. And if the levee breaks you'll find out what it is that's replacing you. And when the mirror breaks, I wouldn't miss it for the world. Call it blackstar, call it painstar. The same thing happens when you touch it. Did they tell you what happens when you touch it? Did they tell you... Did they tell me... What happened to you?🏁
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So descend into cliche if the music has forsaken you. Roll the stone over the grave, I never liked that one anyways. Or stare into the face of whatever it is that's facing you. And if the levee breaks you'll find out what it is that's replacing you. And when the mirror breaks, I wouldn't miss it for the world. Call it blackstar, call it painstar. The same thing happens when you touch it. Did they tell you what happens when you touch it? Did they tell you... Did they tell me... What happened to you?🏁