| I reach to touch the mirror, just see me clear
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| But I don’t want me, any nearer
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| You’ll never learn to hold me, don’t you see, my dear?
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| I don’t want you any nearer
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| When will it be, when will it be better?
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| When will you leave? |
| When will you take me with you, you?
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| When will it show? |
| When will I know better?
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| When will I leave? |
| When will I hear the good news?
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| It’s on you
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| Fix me, or show me how to
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| Suddenly, my eyes are on you
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| I’m split screen, I used to look at me
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| Now I look to you, I look
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| When did it get, when did it get better?
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| When did you come? |
| When did you take me with you, you?
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| When did I learn? |
| When did I know better?
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| When did you come? |
| When did you bring the good news
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| It’s all you
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| Oh my god, your talk is making me blush
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| Just your words, they make me feel enough, enough |