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There's symmetry in the way you cut me straight in two. |
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Each side reflects the image of a crowd in an empty room. |
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You're a match that can't be lit. |
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Spark a flame, burn infinite. |
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You broke me like a mirror. |
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Seven years keep adding up. |
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Walk barefoot through the glass, |
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not a single cut. |
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Direction - I'm walking on fences. |
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It left me defenseless. |
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You broke me like a mirror. |
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Seven years keep adding up. |
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Walk barefoot through the glass, |
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not a single cut. |
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Balance - I'm losing it and the ground beneath does not exist. |
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You're a match that can't be lit. Spark a flame, burn infinite. |
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Balance - I'm losing it and the ground beneath does not exist. |
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You're a match that can't be lit. Spark a flame, burn infinite. |
