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Coyne |
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Looks like a face in the mirror |
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That awful face in the mirror |
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White and sad and so unkind |
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Looks like a face in the mirror |
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Like a stagnant river |
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Flowing deaf and cross and blind |
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Looks like a face in the mirror |
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That lost face in the mirror |
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Searching for a happy mind |
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Looks like a face in the mirror |
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Margaret's face in the mirror |
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Waiting, waiting for the time |
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I know I wasn't right |
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I was invariably wrong |
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I always sang a song |
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When I should have been weeping |
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I know I laughed with you |
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As you stood by the door it's true |
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As you landed in my garden, creeping |
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Looks like a face in the mirror |
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Your round face in the mirror |
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Lips all red and ready for bed |
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Looks like a face in the mirror |
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Oh your face in the mirror |
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The signs of hatred on your forehead |
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Yes it looks like a face in the mirror |
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That awful face in the mirror |
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Remembering every little word I said |
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Oh it looks like a face in the mirror |
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And I don't even have to forgive her |
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She acts as if I was already dead |
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Oh I tried so hard, tried the big trump card |
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But I know you said I was lying |
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I know that you waited and waited |
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Waited and waited and grated |
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Listening, listening, listening and I was alive, I was alive |
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Oh it looks like a face in the mirror |
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Margaret's face in the mirror |
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Listening for for my little tune |
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Well I see your face in the mirror |
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Oh your laughing face in the mirror |
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And I know you've been consulting the runes |
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Card after card fall on the table |
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Each one willing and able |
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To send me to some sort of matrimonial doom |
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Yes yes, yes it's your face in the mirror |
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Oh your face in the mirror |
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Take away that darkness and that gloom, gloom, gloom |
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Well I told you again |
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Don't come here, amen |
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I don't want you around anymore |
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Your parents will come to collect you |
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Big Father's there to correct you |
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He will take you away to his den |
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So it looks like your face in the mirror |
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My face is there with her |
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Snap the marriage and the fate |
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Yes yes yes that's your face in the mirror |
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All sepia in the mirror, |
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Standing by your garden gate |
