| In my mirror, I see a man that’s great, and
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| In my mirror I see a man I hate
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| I see reflections of a journey
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| I see the roads both low and high
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| 'Cause in my mirror I see the subtle truths that live within the lies
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| In my mirror I see the moon and stars
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| I see the pain and pleasure, I see the joy and scars
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| I see the grace and gentle mercy
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| I see the burdens of the load
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| 'Cause in my mirror I see the lips that mouth the words of tortured souls
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| I see reflections, and the light of honest decay
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| I see illusions meltin' away
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| I see corrections, and the demons I need to slay
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| I see 'em in my mirror everyday
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| In my mirror I see the blood and guts
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| I see a gentle spirit, I see a man that’s nuts
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| I see the complicated turnings
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| Of the wheels gone done the road
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| And in my mirror I see a man who seeks to come in from the cold
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| And in my mirror I see the growth and evolution of my soul
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| And in my mirror I see a preacher in the church of Rock n Roll |