| Broken mirror on the wall, you give no reflection of me at all
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| Your wicked ways I won’t understand, intoxicating weaker men
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| Rusting scissors in the drawer pull me closer to a life no more
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| Why am I so confused, unimpressed and unamused?
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| No, something’s not right. |
| Open your arms to the sky. |
| Focus the light
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| It’s a combination of numbers, oh and a set of missing keys
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| I’ve been painting pictures but the colors disagree
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| And bad things come in threes
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| The wind is blowing
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| I am falling through a hurricane as buildings tear up from the ground
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| No way of knowing where I’m going, circulating through the wildest night
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| Given to the sudden urges for more
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| Something’s not right. |
| Open your arms to the sky. |
| Focus the light
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| I’ve been, I’ve been painting pictures
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| I can’t, I just can’t taste of freedom
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| I’ve been, I’ve been painting pictures
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| Stuck in a room full of voices, with nobody to be seen
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| I can sense the danger as the colors now agree
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| And the picture is obscene
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| The wind is blowing
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| I am falling through a hurricane as buildings tear up from the ground
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| I can’t, I just can’t taste of freedom
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| I’ve been, I’ve been painting pictures
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| Tempted and enticed, I neglected Eden
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| You know that I can’t, I just can’t (can't) taste the freedom
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| Give me forgiveness, total regression, remedy
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| Double the vision, triple the tension, trickery
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| Total division, given destruction, synergy
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| Double the vision now
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| Give me devotion, total remission, remedy
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| Double the vision, triple the tension, trickery
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| Total division, given destruction, synergy
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| Give me devotion now
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| Give me forgiveness, total regression, remedy
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| Double the vision, triple the tension, trickery
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| Total division, given destruction, synergy
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| Double the vision, how? |