| Everytime she races the mirror wall
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| She tries to understand what never works
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| She wants to catch a light that never comes
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| The meaning of her life, what she is fighting for
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| But never, never, never, never, she sees her face
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| The mirror wall reflects her mind
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| The image of a troubled child
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| Imprisoned by a frightful secret
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| That none mirror help to forget
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| Everytime she faces the mirror wall
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| She seems to be despaired of what comes from
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| She prays to hide her life to everyone
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| She just turns to deny her inner world
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| But never, never, never, never, she sees her face
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| The mirror wall reflects her mind
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| The image of a troubled child
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| Imprisoned by a frightful secret
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| That none mirror help to forget
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| And I was behind her in front of the mirror
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| And when she turned I saw it all
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| I saw my own reflected mind
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| And what I’ve always tried to hide
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| What I’ve always tried to hide, tried to hide
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| Distress, agony, dejected man, dejected soul
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| Shame of the world, shame of the world |