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Hey Mirror man, |
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I know these days are hard times for you |
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But don't be fooled by what you see with your two eyes |
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You got your head in the sand, |
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Don't you have something better to do |
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Why don't you get a life, one of your own that's not full of lies? |
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Is it all the girls who turned you down? |
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Is it all your friends, no longer around? |
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Is it the guy who's in that band? |
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Or is it yourself that you really can not stand? |
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Hey Mirror Man, amaze me with something else than complains |
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Maybe now it's time to stop wineabout for a change |
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You got your head in the sand and your feet locked up in jealous bitter chains |
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With that in mind, your situation's not too strange |
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You got a taste for jealousy |
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And you can not stand what you see in me |
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I guess all this shows a little love is what you miss |
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You got a rage to stimulate |
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What would you be whithout all your hate? |
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What will you do when there is no one left to screw? |
