| When the world changes to the place so cold
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| I wonder if I could be your mirror
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| These days they that no man is an island
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| But when I dream of who we were I slip away
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| Like the pages of the book I’d never get to write
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| On the eastside of the city
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| Where the ink is running dry
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| And if you love me like you say
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| Take this book and burn the page
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| The rain will wash away the ashes
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| On the eastside of my heart
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| Tomorrow when your eyes are growing old
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| And your reflection starts to turn so cold
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| I wonder if I could be your mirror
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| And together we could crack and break forever
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| Like the pages of the book I’d never get to write
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| On the eastside of the city
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| Where the ink is running dry
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| And if you love me like you say
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| Take this book and burn the page
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| The rain will wash away the ashes
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| On the eastside of my heart |