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What is in your mirror? |
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Medicine for sadness? |
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Postcards taped upon it? |
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With soap in scripted letters? |
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From your loving mother |
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Don't trade her for some other |
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Truth is what you see it |
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Sorry it just seems fit |
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I felt your shadow on the way home |
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I felt your tower again, again |
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What is in your closet? |
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Boxes stacked from left to right |
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Packed |
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You gently wrap your glassware |
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Place them in the |
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And free the ghost of |
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Just remember happiness |
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It's not some sack of polaroids |
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I felt your smile on the way home |
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I felt your tower again, again |
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I felt your shadow on the way home |
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I felt your tower again, again |
