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My reflection |
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Broken mirrors |
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No connection to myself. |
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Deadly sunshine |
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Hope of being |
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Out of mind you call a shell. |
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There're no feelings |
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Just emotions |
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Days are empty about to fall. |
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Lonely towers of long mistakes back |
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Back in times |
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I can call. |
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Staring |
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At the skin of the universe |
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You don't belong. |
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Praying |
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You can blame yourself for mysteries |
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And fall along. |
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My reflection |
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Broken mirrors |
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No connection to myself. |
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Deadly sunshine |
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Hope of blistered smiling |
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At the mind you call a shell.. |
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Staring |
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At the skin of the universe |
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You don't belong. |
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Praying |
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You can blame yourself for mysteries |
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And fall along. |
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Staring |
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At the skin of the universe |
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You don't belong. |
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Praying |
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You can blame yourself for mysteries |
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And fall along. |
