| I hang glass from the wall, it makes my life seem big
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| Mirrors hang from my wall, to make my world seem big
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| You forced me to do things I wasn’t aware of
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| And this is our secret and everyone does this
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| My future is written in closed circuit evidence
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| Me and my self-denial will keep you from justice and free
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| I wriggle and squirm as you try to convince me
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| And everyone stares, they know what I’ve been up to
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| The pressure engulfing me, memories orbiting me
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| Fits epiletic in waves leaping over me
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| No contact of flesh and no tongues and no touching
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| No fear of disease and I can’t take my clothes off
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| I want to get fucked like a whore in a porno, it’s me
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| Don’t tell anybody, it’s our dirty secret, it’s me
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| I will protect you and shield you, prevent you from danger
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| You’ve intruded and taken away all my sweetness
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| But somehow these mirrors they make my existence seem bigger
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| Somehow these mirrors they make my existence seem bigger |