| I woke up first this morning
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| But I know what the world looked like before
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| I’ve never seen the dawn
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| How would I know what you said?
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| You’re always first to go to bed
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| You’re intent on sleeping it off
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| I know you don’t like mirrors
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| When they reflect on you
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| Let me sleep, next to the mirror
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| For every word that you write
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| They won’t mean much as barricades (They hold me down)
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| I’m sure that you’ll be fine
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| Ten more years of this
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| I’m sure that you’ll be fine
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| It will nearly be time
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| It can’t take ten more years
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| You woke up first this morning
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| You told me that you had a bad dream
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| Like one never before
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| My reflection showed that I’m far too critical
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| What was in it?
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| Let me sleep next to the mirror
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| Don’t tell me that you don’t like
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| Don’t tell me that you don’t like mirrors
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| Looking right through your own reflection
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| For every word that I write
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| I’m sure that you’ll be fine
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| They won’t mean much as barricades (They hold me down)
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| Ten more years of this
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| It will nearly be time
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| I’m sure that you’ll be fine
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| But it can’t take ten more years |