| Benedictine, sister to Isis and the black Madonna
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| Mistress of magic, goddess of the Nile
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| She could read the stars, knew the secrets of the dead
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| And could see what kind of madness
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| Was stirring around in your head
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| She said my birth sign is Scorpio
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| We eat ourselves up and burn ourselves out
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| So could somebody show me
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| How to become clairvoyant
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| To be one of the ones
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| Who can see around corners
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| And knows what’s to come
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| How to become clairvoyant
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| That’s what I gotta to know
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| So just tell me where to sign
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| And point me where to go
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| As it turns out Miss Muffett wasn’t afraid of spiders at all
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| She slipped across the dance floor at the masquerade ball
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| They say she collects hearts the way Nero collected tears
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| And she don’t get no older down through the years
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| Her lips are moving she’s not talking
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| Her hips are moving but she’s not dancing
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| She just wants to know
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| How to become clairvoyant
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| To be one of the ones
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| Who can see around corners
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| And knows what’s to come
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| Oh how to become clairvoyant
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| That’s what I want to know
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| Just tell me where to sign
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| And point me where to go
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| King poet the holy fool
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| Apostle of self-destruction
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| I tried it your way but I couldn’t sleep
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| There’s too much construction
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| In these strange times you wonder
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| What tomorrow might bring
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| If the fat lady sings
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| How to become clairvoyant
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| To be one of the ones
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| Who can see around corners
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| And knows what’s to come
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| How to become clairvoyant
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| That’s what I want to know
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| Just tell me where to sign
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| And point me where to go
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| Now that would be a revelation
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| And I also enjoy levitation |