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Staring back from inside my mirror |
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A boy I used to know |
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Shining eyes that see right through my window soul |
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Cowboys, kings and flying aces |
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Somehow saved the day |
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Stealing kisses from the princess in the palace |
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My Alice through the looking glass |
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Is there really anything that lasts |
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Makes me wonder if time is a bullet |
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'Cause everything is happening too fast |
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I loved, I lost |
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Where are they now |
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The things I touched |
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And let them fall |
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Where are they now |
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All the people that I've known |
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That turned out to be me |
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Where are they now |
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Waiting in a line of five o'clock shadows |
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Another pencil in the drawer |
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Tripping over echoes in my head |
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Wishing I was someone else instead |
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Makes me wonder if time is my hero |
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And everything will come around again |
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I loved, I lost |
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Where are they now |
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The things I touched |
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And let them fall |
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Where are they now |
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All the people that I've known |
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That turned out to be me |
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Where are they now |
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I loved, I lost |
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Where are they now |
|
The things I touched |
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And let them fall |
|
I loved, I lost |
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Where are they now |
|
The ones I touched |
|
And let them fall |
|
I loved, I lost |
|
Where are they now |
|
The things I touched |
|
And let them fall |
|
I loved, I lost |
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Where are they now |
|
The things I touched |
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All the people that I've known |
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That turned out to be me |
