| Inside himself
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| He runs to look in the mirror
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| And the face that stares right back
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| Has never been any clearer
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| But look at the doubt in his eyes
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| He’s not the one to blame
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| It was a different man, no he’s never been here
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| You can be so close, you can be so near
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| It was a different man, playing different cards
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| You can be so soft, you can be so hard
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| Inside himself
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| He follows the wrong directions
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| Perfect English words all right
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| But with the wrong inflections
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| But look at the dust at his feet
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| He’s not the one she loves
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| It was a different man, no he’s never been found
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| You can be so up, you can be so down
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| It was a different man, no he’s never been there
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| You can be halfway, you can be all there
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| Inside himself
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| He thinks that he looks the same
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| And the mind that thinks it all out
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| Never noticed any change
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| But look at the doubt in his eyes
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| He’s not the one to blame |