| When all turns bad
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| You have to decide what’s wrong
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| What’s wrong, what’s right, just guess
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| Standing next to you, but you just strangled on this bed
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| What’s this heavy weight on your chest
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| Counting all these lines, these scars signing your face
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| (You) lie on stone, cold to the bone
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| Frozen blood pumps through your veins, just like the doctor told
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| No bed at home, hours alone
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| Who’s that man in the mirror?
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| Is he here or just living in his past?
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| Who’s that man in the mirror?
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| He looks quite similar to the one on that bed
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| Now you’re searching your path
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| Scouting your way through that maze
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| Your mind just fades away
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| Start to gasp for breath, notice this grace
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| You got lost and will never be found
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| Who’s that man in the mirror?
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| Is he here or just living in his past?
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| Who’s that man in the mirror?
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| He looks quite similar to the one on that bed
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| When all turns bad
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| Your mind just fades away
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| Standing next to you, but you just strangled on this bed
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| You got lost and will never be found
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| The mirror
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| All I see is myself
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| In the mirror
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| And I keep asking myself
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| Who’s that man in the mirror?
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| Is he here or just living in his past?
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| Who’s that man in the mirror?
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| He looks quite similar to the one on that bed |