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There's a man that I used to know |
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And sometimes he still visits with me |
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When it's late and the alcohol's glow |
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Is nearly gone |
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And it's time to awaken |
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And he looks and he laughs at the sight |
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And he asks what has happened to me |
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And I blame it all on the lights |
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But he smiles and says i'm mistaken |
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And there is no use in disguising |
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What the eye can so clearly see |
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That i've spent my whole life denying |
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That the man in the mirror is me |
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Give me one second chance |
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Give me one final dance |
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Give me one magic line |
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Take a minute off my time |
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Give me one final bow |
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If the moment allows |
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While he stares at the scars |
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Saying just who you are |
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Just who you are |
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Just who you are |
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In a child like illusion of life |
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He imagined the things yet to be |
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But they all disappeared on this night |
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Carry on among the forsaken |
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For there is no use in denying |
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What the eye can so clearly see |
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That one day I too will be dying |
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And the man in the mirror agrees |
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Give me one second chance |
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Give me one final dance |
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Give me one magic line |
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Take a minute off my time |
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Give me one final bow |
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If the moment allows |
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While he stares at the scars |
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Saying just who you are |
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Just who you are |
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Just who you are |
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Just who you... |
