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Outside the window I peek at the world parade |
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Oh, how can people find their own way? |
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So many faces passing by every day |
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Alone and cold, my future's nothing more |
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than a confused stain in a distorting mirror maze |
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You can guide me through the mirror |
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define a sharp outline of my |
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obscure reflection |
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You can see what I can become |
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and teach me how to bring the light |
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when darkness falls |
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Silent, I strain my ears trying to capture |
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between this mystifying noise the only note |
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which can resound crystal clear in my core |
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You can guide me through the mirror |
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define a sharp outline of my |
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obscure reflection |
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You can see what I can become |
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and teach me how to bring the light |
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when darkness falls |
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That future's hidden in your eyes |
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That note is in your voice |
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You can bring the light |
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You can guide me through the mirror |
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define a sharp outline of my |
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obscure reflection |
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You can see what I can become |
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and teach me how to bring the light |
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when darkness falls |
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You can guide me through the mirror |
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define a sharp outline of my |
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obscure reflection |
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You can see what I will become |
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together we will bring the light |
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where darkness falls |
