| Can you see yourself not seeing yourself?
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| That’s the question
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| If I paint the back of a sheet of glass black
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| What I have is so complex
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| You can never make your way back
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| To vanity instilled in children
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| Filling villains with the greatest weapon of all time
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| A connection to your outer layers and mind, body and soul
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| Could never conceive
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| Or believe in a world without a mirror image
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| It’s a mere scrimmage when the mirror has two faces
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| And you can’t figure out which face is yours
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| How would the world function
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| If you didn’t know which race was yours?
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| You could take a face and, like, make it yours
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| Make hate dissipate
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| If the way to take notice to your physical
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| Existed in a lake or a stream
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| In a dream or a tear on a cheek (cheek, cheek)
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| If there were no mirrors on the walls
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| All along the halls
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| And hallways and pathways and shortcuts and back ways
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| And alleyways and corners or lobbies and concession stands
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| And along the ceilings in grocery stores
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| And at newsstands and restaurants and bathrooms
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| And backrooms and living rooms and churches
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| Where work is, where birth is
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| In hospitals and hotels and banks
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| A lot less would be seen
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| You would have gotten away
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| She would’ve been a victim
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| I would have been charged
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| And locked behind bars
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| Wishing there were mirrors on walls
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| All along the halls
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| And hallways and pathways and shortcuts and back ways
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| And alleyways and corners and lobbies and concession stands
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| And along the ceilings in grocery stores
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| You can’t stop it all
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| Some things must fall
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| You made it that way
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| 'Til it all blows away
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| Can you see yourself not seeing yourself
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| Unless you’re looking into the sea
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| Or you’re seeing someone else
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| Who talks in the same tone
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| Or walks with a similar step
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| When you’re picking up the paper
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| And the morning dew is wet
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| Or playing in a game and some fool is dripping sweat
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| Or you’re bending over a glass table
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| Putting down your bet
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| On a world with an obsession over attributes so set
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| On a physical vehicle decorated, displayed from the get-go
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| Get low esteem, add it with DNA and traits
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| Then you can say the hate for self exposes in reflections
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| Get low esteem, add it with DNA and traits
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| Then you can say the hate for self expresses in reflections
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| No clear views or rear views
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| Freeways would be overcrowded with fender-benders
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| And middle fingers would be thrown up in faces
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| As common as compact mirrors can be found in purses
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| Life would be the worstest, or would it be a remedy?
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| No more seven years bad luck for breaking the reflective glass
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| More productivity
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| Women wouldn’t be running back and forth in bathrooms to refreshen that ass
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| Less time and money would be wasted on
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| Pathetic cosmetic merchandise made to entice
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| And glamour girls would have ???
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| And Michael Jackson would still be black, ya know?
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| You made it that way
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| 'Til it all blows away
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| I will not stare if you will not talk
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| I will not stare if you will not talk
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| I will not stare if you will not talk
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| I will not stare if you will not talk
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| I will not stare if you will not talk
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| I will not stare if you will not talk
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| I will not stare if you will not talk
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| I will not stare if you will not talk
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| «Let's take a drink
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| Nobody’s watching»
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| «Yeah»
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| «A small one won’t hurt us
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| Whoops!» |