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lately i've been glaring into mirrors |
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picking myself apart |
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you'd think at my age i'd of thought |
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of something better to do |
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than making security into a full-time job |
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making security into art |
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and I fear my life will be over |
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and I will have never lived it better |
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always glaring into mirrors |
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mad I don't look better |
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but now here is this tiny baby |
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and they say she looks just like me |
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and she is smiling at me |
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with that present infant glee |
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and yes I will defend |
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to the ends of the earth |
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her perfect right to be here |
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so i'm beginning to see some problems |
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with the on going work of my mind |
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and i've got myself a new mantra |
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it says: 'don't forget to have a good time' |
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don't let the sellers of stuff in power enough |
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to rob you of your grace |
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love is all over the place |
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there's nothing wrong with your face |
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love is all over the place |
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there's nothing wrong with your face |