| The man in the mirror
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| I don’t wanna be
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| The fact that I cannot face
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| The desperate fear
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| Of what I could see
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| And the man in the mirror says
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| Hey
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| It’s just one of million ways
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| It could have another taste
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| It’s a part of your disgrace
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| You don’t show
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| Wake
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| You are just another fake
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| One that people just can’t take
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| On their side
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| Are you blind?
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| Don’t you know?
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| Black is never gonna be white
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| Wrong is never gonna be right
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| These words are like a parasite
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| Eating me alive
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| Dark is never gonna be light
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| Pale is never gonna be bright
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| My desperation cold as ice
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| Freezing me inside
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| This picture is torturing me again
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| I wish I could have a choice
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| The man in the mirror
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| Am I insane?
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| But I still can hear his voice
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| And he says
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| Hey
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| It’s just one of million ways
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| It could have another taste
|
| It’s a part of your disgrace
|
| You don’t show
|
| Wake
|
| You are just another fake
|
| One that people just can’t take
|
| On their side
|
| Are you blind?
|
| Don’t you know?
|
| Black is never gonna be white
|
| Wrong is never gonna be right
|
| These words are like a parasite
|
| Eating me alive
|
| Dark is never gonna be light
|
| Pale is never gonna be bright
|
| My desperation cold as ice
|
| Freezing me inside |