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(bob dipiero/john jarrard/mark d. sanders) |
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Mirror, mirror, on my wall, |
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Tell me, who is the loneliest fool of all |
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No, wait a minute, i believe i see |
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The answer staring back at me |
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Spent most of the morning laying in bed |
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Lunch was a black coffee and three cigarettes |
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They say it will kill me, but i've got a hunch |
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That this broken heart's gonna beat 'em to the punch |
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Mirror, mirror, on my wall, |
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Tell me, who is the loneliest fool of all |
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No, wait a minute, i believe i see |
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The answer staring back at me |
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Yes, i'm the one who swore she would stay |
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Right up to the moment the u-haul drove away |
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She didn't leave a table; she didn't leave a chair |
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But she knew what she was doing when she left you hanging there |
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Mirror, mirror, on my wall, |
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Tell me, who is the loneliest fool of all |
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No, wait a minute, i believe i see |
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The answer staring back at me |
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No, wait a minute, i believe i see |
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The answer staring back at me |