| My mind folding in the mirror
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| There’s no way I’m seeing any clearer
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| Can you taste, taste it on your tongue now
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| It’s all that I can do to get around
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| My time is getting shorter
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| I see I’m changing in a photograph
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| My mind folding in the mirror
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| My mind, my time
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| Last gate shifiting in my memory
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| Old kings taking up the territory
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| It’s not nothing but it’s not a lot
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| I’m not nothing but I’m not a lot
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| My time is getting shorter
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| I see I’m changing in a photograph
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| My mind folding in the mirror
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| My mind, my time
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| You’re the quiet in the violence
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| You’re the stranger at the door
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| I don’t wanna let you down
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| But I don’t wanna do this any more
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| You’re the quiet in the violence
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| You’re the stranger at the door
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| I don’t wanna let you down
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| But I don’t wanna do this any more
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| You’re the quiet in the violence
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| You’re the stranger at the door
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| I don’t wanna let you down
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| But I don’t wanna do this any more
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| I don’t wanna let you down
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| I don’t wanna let you down |