| At first there was
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| There was just no question
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| Who wouldn’t rather be their reflection
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| When I got here everything was cold and perfect
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| When I got here everything was cold and perfect
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| It was clear and bright
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| Like midwinter sunlight
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| My heartbeat counted down the moments precise and quiet
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| I looked out and saw my own reflection helpless
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| I looked out and sigh, overwhelmed and helpless
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| But oh,
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| What have I done, what have I done?
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| Ooh, oh, what have I done?
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| Oh, what have I done?
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| My God, what have I done?
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| Ooh, oh, what have I done?
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| Oh, what have I done?
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| As time went on
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| You could feel the silence
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| Solidifying, the sound of my thoughts was paralyzing
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| I tried to call out to him but the glass was perfect
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| I tried to call out to him but the glass was perfect
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| But oh,
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| What have I done, what have I done?
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| Ooh, oh, what have I done?
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| Oh, what have I done?
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| My God, what have I done?
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| Oh, ooh, what we can pay
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| To get what you want?
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| Oh, to get what you want?
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| Oh, what have I done?
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| Every day is the same
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| We’re praying for rain
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| When it finally came
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| Oh, when it came
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| Every day was the same
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| Still praying for rain |