| Six years old
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| Staring at my nose in the mirror
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| Trying to dip my toes in the mirror
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| Thinking 'Who's that girl?'
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| And 'Does the mirror world go on forever?'
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| Carmenia Road
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| Sharpening the knives in the attic
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| Trying to watch cartoons through the static
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| Thinking where am I gonna be
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| If I’m ever twenty-three? |
| Oh
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| I’m looking at a life unfold
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| Dreaming of the green and gold
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| Just like the ancient stone
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| Every sunrise I know
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| Those eyes you gave to me
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| That let me see
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| Where I come from
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| Found an old friend
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| Meeting my guitar in the city
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| Feeling like a star in the city
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| And suddenly it seems that I’m where I’m supposed to be, oh
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| And now I’m fully grown
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| And I’m seeing everything clearer
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| Just sweep away the dust from the mirror
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| We’re walking hand in hand on the warm white sands
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| I’m looking at a life unfold
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| Dreaming of the green and gold
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| Just like the ancient stone
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| Every sunrise I know
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| Those eyes you gave to me
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| That let me see
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| Where I come from
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| Ancient stone
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| Oh, green and gold
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| Ancient stone
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| Oh, green and gold
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| Ancient stone
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| Oh, green and gold
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| Ancient stone
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| Green and gold
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| Just like the ancient stone
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| Every sunrise I know
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| Those eyes you gave to me
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| That let me see
|
| Where I come from
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| I’m looking at a life unfold
|
| Dreaming of the green and gold
|
| Just like the ancient stone
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| Every sunrise I know
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| Those eyes you gave to me
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| That let me see
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| Where I come from |