| As i look into this old mirror
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| I see my reflection staring back at me
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| And who is this man i see before me
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| And why am i so afraid of what i see
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| Please give me reason to live
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| Please give me reason to breathe
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| A dead man walking, a dead man talking i am
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| Full of imperfection, full of sin
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| How did i become like, like this
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| Maybe, just maybe it always has been
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| Please give me reason to live
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| Please give me reason to breathe
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| Please give me reason to live
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| Please give me reason breathe
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| Please give me reason to live
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| Please give me reason to breathe
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| Please give me reason to live
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| Please give me reason to breathe |