| There must be some sort of mistake here doctor
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| Unwrapping these bandages to another’s face
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| Holding my breath as I race from mirror to mirror
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| Every time praying that the last was a lie
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| It’s no wonder that there was
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| No exchange between our eyes
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| And I don’t know I don’t know if this is
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| Something from which I can hide
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| Imprisoned in another’s skin
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| Where are the seams to release me?
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| I cannot wait while out of focus
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| A moment longer
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| A loss for words because they
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| Would not be my own
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| It’s no wonder that there was
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| No exchange between our eyes
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| And I don’t know I don’t know if this is
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| Something from which I can hide
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| Imprisoned in another’s skin
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| Where are the seams to release me?
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| Reflections in the night
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| Turn me out from inside
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| Reflections in the night
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| Can you not see that I’m
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| Imprisoned in another’s skin
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| Where are the seams to release me?
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| Imprisoned in another’s skin
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| It’s no wonder that there was
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| No exchange between our eyes
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| And I don’t know I don’t know if this is
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| Something from which I can hide
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| Imprisoned in another’s skin
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| Where are the seams to release me? |