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Blistered mirrors |
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Distance lingers |
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Broken fingers |
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Bandaged together |
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Blistered mirrors |
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Sad and disfigured |
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Odd and impatient |
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Unlikely but human |
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These blistered mirrors stare back at me |
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They've slowly brought me to my knees |
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A heartbreak so pure, its killing is so clear |
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The best of times now fill me with tears |
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The best of times now fill me with tears |
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And capitalism |
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Neither rules or defines |
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It's virtual anarchy |
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That is the real crime |
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My hands are held high |
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The white flag is raised |
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I implore you all |
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Together, let's fail |
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Together, let's fail |
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These blistered mirrors stare back at me |
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They've slowly brought me to my knees |
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A heartbreak so pure, its killing is so clear |
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The best of times now fill me with tears |
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The best of times now fill me with tears |
