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Look at the fool you have been |
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They drained the pool while you drowned in the dream |
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They bought your beauty and your soul |
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Then softly sold you back what they stole |
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So look into the mirror, do you recognize someone |
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Is it who you always hoped you would become |
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When you were young |
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When you were young |
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The disappointment of success |
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Hangs from your shoulders like a hand-me down dress |
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And down nostalgia's rocky road |
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You watch your former lovers growing old |
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So look into the mirror, do you recognize someone |
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Is it who you always hoped you would become |
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When you were young |
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When you were young |
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Sometimes your lack of sympathy, gets hard to explain |
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So on your mask of make-up |
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You just paint a little parody of pain |
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So I look into the mirror and |
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I recognize someone |
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It is who you always hoped you would become |
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When you were young |
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When you were young |
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When you were young... |
