| Hey man, now did you hear?
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| Your final days are near
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| In a free fall of fire and ice
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| And explosions in the sky
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| A fate that we deserve
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| There’s no escape, no
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| Now it’s your turn
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| Now it’s your turn
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| It’s been years since our luck ran out and left us here
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| Like broken mirrors, ten million shards of glass and tears
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| But now we are awake enough to shatter what we hate
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| Like broken mirrors, reflections of an unfamiliar face
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| Hey, hey!
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| Hey man, you got the time?
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| Hey, can I trouble you for a light?
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| Who, me? |
| No, I’m not the old town crier
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| I’m the one who sets it all on fire
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| A fate, yeah, that we deserve
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| And there’s no escape, no
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| Now it’s your turn
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| Now it’s your turn
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| We hide from the mirrors
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| They might show our scars
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| And there is the person that we want to be
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| The people we are
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| Confront your reflection, smash what you see
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| And let’s restart
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| Because mirrors can’t see our heart |