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In the mirror is where I find you, |
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longing to be free. |
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If only you could find truth, |
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who you want to be. |
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When I look into your eyes, |
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is it me you really see? |
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Or is it cloudy through your lies, |
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can I still be free? |
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Chorus: Open your eyes, |
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I see right through them. |
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Half-truths and lies, |
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Is all its ever been. |
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You justify, |
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But I'm tired of the truth. |
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That you don't think I know. |
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Sharp words find their way smooth, |
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slippery off your tongue. |
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They pour like oil from you, |
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but they burn in your lungs. |
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They never see it coming, |
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your sword beneath your cloak. |
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That darkness that you're bringing, |
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to the hearts that you've broke. |