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(Premeditate!) I can't see far past the present |
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and fortune-telling's not my profession but |
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I can see the crystal ball, |
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formed out of the water. |
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Through it, I can see it all. |
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When they ask you, |
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all of the others in the way! |
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And on this wall: |
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a different reflection, |
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I can recall it's not the same face. |
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Quick! Pull this rope. |
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Wash your hands of this. |
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It's the dark reflecting. |
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Images reflecting, |
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and you're full of it. |
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When all our thoughts are dirty, |
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can we get them clean? |
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Hold our heads under the water, |
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let our eyes roll back and look deep. |
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Deep into our skulls. |
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Is there anything worth keeping? |
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When they ask you, |
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all of the others in the way! |
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(The sink is full, the bubbles rise and stare at me like spider eyes.) |
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And on this wall: |
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a different reflection, |
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I can recall it's not the same face. |
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When nothing else will hold me up, |
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broken tiles on the bathroom floor will have to do. |
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If nothing else can pull me through. |
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I just can't remember! |
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Why can't I remember? |
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When's the first time I looked in the mirror |
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and said "I hope I die"? |
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I know you keep pretending. |
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Let me be the same! |
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Let me be this way! |
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I know you keep pretending. |
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Let me be the same! |
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Let me be this way! |