| The image I saw reversed on the wall
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| Spoke to me
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| Reflected my hopes and told horiscopes
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| Of things to be
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| I promised myself I’d be someone else
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| Long before now
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| The mirror of youth distorted the truth
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| Weighed me down
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| Everything I thought I had to be
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| Was a childish charade
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| Just a myth that I made to look outside myself
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| Everything I thought I had to be
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| Was a thousand-foot wall
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| Since nobody at all
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| Is everything I thought that I had to be
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| I dabbled in schemes and astronaut dreams
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| At age twelve
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| We all need to see a hero-to-be in ourselves
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| An unfounded pride will stumble and slide
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| Into guilt
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| A sense of defeat
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| The ghost of deceit
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| Haunts me still
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| Everything I thought I had to be
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| Was a childish charade
|
| Just a myth that I made to look outside myself
|
| Everything I thought I had to be
|
| Was a thousand-foot wall
|
| Since nobody at all
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| Is everything I thought that I had to be |