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Maybe your grace is blinding |
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and your eyes can break any heart; |
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but what the mirror can't show you, |
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you can never leave behind. |
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I'll tear your portrait into pieces. |
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Blessed be the most fair of them all |
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If the mirror shatters soon enough. |
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For this gift you surrendered your soul, |
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but it ain't the prize I'm longing for. |
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Oh what an awful lesson... |
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sins that through the canvas |
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came to life. |
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Hope for some love to save you, |
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beg your innocence comes back. |
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Because time knows |
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where to find you |
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and makes you fall apart. |
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Soon the mirror will break. |
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Let the mirror break. |
