| Your life is like a crack in the mirror
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| Seven years of bad luck it ain’t gettin' better now
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| And after all that’s said and done
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| Reflection in the window it’s the same old face
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| Background small town
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| Everywhere you look around
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| Tell me what you’re runnin' from
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| Flip a coin and let it land in your hand
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| Heads you’re gonna stay but it’s tails so you can
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| Move to another town
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| And hide where you’re sure you won’t be found
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| But it’s still just you on the inside
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| And you can pretend it’l be alright
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| Sell it to yourself but you know it’s just a lie
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| ‘Cause it’s still just you on the inside
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| Still you on the inside
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| Nothin' faster than the speed of your leaving
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| Hundred miles an hour and there ain’t no slowin' down
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| But you can’t out run yourself
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| Well you can say you fit in like a joker in the deck but now
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| You’re skipping like a broken record goin' round
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| And you’re the last to ask for help
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| Flip a coin and let it land in your hand
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| Heads you’re gonna stay but it’s tails so you can
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| It’s never really been a question of how far
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| And at the end of every destination there you are |