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I separate the rights, the wrongs, |
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the words, the songs, and now |
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the mirror is the place where I find you and me, and now |
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I'm trying hard to discover all that lies behind |
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The memories of different times |
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I'm making sure that they were fine |
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I fall asleep for the day |
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There's a birthmark in the corner |
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There's a graveyard in my house |
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I fall asleep |
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There's a tombstone in my writing |
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There's a graveyard in my words |
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There's something going on in here |
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I fear to let it pass |
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Now that I've lost the thrill, |
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I don't feel any pain |
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And now I am untouchable and I can wait |
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I concentrate on all the things that lie behind |
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The memories of different times |
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I'm making sure that they were fine |
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I fall asleep for the day |
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There's a birthmark in the corner |
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There's a graveyard in my house |
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I fall asleep |
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There's a tombstone in my writing |
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There's a graveyard in my words |
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Trying desperately to find the rights, |
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the wrongs, the songs, and now |
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I'm staring at my hands |
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then watch the hands of a watch, and now |
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The mirror's coming back |
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It laughs at me, it spins, it grins, it's me |
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The place where I find you and me |
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I see that all that lies behind is fine |
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A different time, it's mine, I'm fine, |
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I spin, I grin, and that is where the songs begin |