| In a dawning sun
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| I will lick my wounds
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| Slowly
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| I forget what I’ve become
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| In a fog of trust
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| I will lick my wounds
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| Slowly
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| I forget what I’ve become
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| Martha, you’ve been here before
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| Martha, you gave me your name
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| I don’t recall the when since the where is a given
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| Every night I’ve been here’s a smudged out mess
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| Martha, you say you’ve been good
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| If you draw a hand
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| I’ll know who to be
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| Mirror on the wall
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| You see the best in me
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| If you frame a cut
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| I’ll know how to bleed
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| Mirror on the wall
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| You see the best, the best in me
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| In a dawning sun
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| I will lick my wounds
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| Slowly
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| I forget what I’ve become
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| In a fog of trust
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| I will lick my wounds
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| Slowly
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| I forget what I’ve become
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| Childhood, I try to think back
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| Childhood, I can’t see a thing
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| (I can’t see a thing)
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| There’s something 'bout a bridge and a park and a sister
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| But the void’s too deep to fill
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| Martha, let’s talk about yours
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| If you draw a hand
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| I’ll know who to be
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| Mirror on the wall
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| You see the best in me
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| If you frame a cut
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| I’ll know how to bleed
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| Mirror on the wall
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| You see the best, the best in me
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| Whatever I’ve become, I don’t think you’ll find it
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| Whatever we are, let’s not talk about it
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| Whatever I’ve become, I don’t think you’ll find it
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| Whatever we are, let’s not talk about it
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| Whatever I’ve become, I don’t think you’ll find it
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| Whatever we are, let’s not talk about it |