| There’s a man that I used to know
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| And sometimes he still visits with me
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| When it’s late and the alcohol’s glow
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| Is nearly gone
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| And it’s time to awaken
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| And he looks and he laughs at the sight
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| And he asks what has happened to me
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| And I blame it all on the lights
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| But he smiles and says i’m mistaken
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| And there is no use in disguising
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| What the eye can so clearly see
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| That i’ve spent my whole life denying
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| That the man in the mirror is me
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| Give me one second chance
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| Give me one final dance
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| Give me one magic line
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| Take a minute off my time
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| Give me one final bow
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| If the moment allows
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| While he stares at the scars
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| Saying just who you are
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| Just who you are
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| Just who you are
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| In a child like illusion of life
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| He imagined the things yet to be
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| But they all disappeared on this night
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| Carry on among the forsaken
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| For there is no use in denying
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| What the eye can so clearly see
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| That one day I too will be dying
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| And the man in the mirror agrees
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| Give me one second chance
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| Give me one final dance
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| Give me one magic line
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| Take a minute off my time
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| Give me one final bow
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| If the moment allows
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| While he stares at the scars
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| Saying just who you are
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| Just who you are
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| Just who you are
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| Just who you… |