| In the mirror, a broken promise being left behind
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| In the mirror, a face that we don’t recognize
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| In the mirror, a motionless and neverending state
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| In the mirror, a gentle pretty pain that we call by no name
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| What does it matter, if we stay
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| What does it matter anyway
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| The long road is only getting longer
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| The cold winds are only getting stronger
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| The mirror is only growing wiser
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| I can’t chase the day
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| With the time, the body’s separated from the mind
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| With the time, the sun is drifting further through the blinds
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| With the time, the whispers fall away leaving picture perfect stains
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| With the time, the numbness brings you closer to the end
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| What does it matter, it won’t go away
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| What does it matter anyway
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| The long road… |