| Was it everything they told you?
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| Was it all the things they promised you?
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| Was it everything they told you?
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| Was it everything they said it would be?
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| Strange things move in the corner of my eyes
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| And the sky never looked so white and pretty
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| Tiny figures crawl upon my sterile flesh
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| There’s a hole in the world, and it keeps getting bigger
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| Was it everything you hoped for?
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| Was it all the things you prayed for?
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| Was it everything you hoped for?
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| Was it everything you thought it would be?
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| How can you love it…
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| How can you believe it…
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| How can you need it…
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| When there’s nothing there?
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| In space where the stars are dead now
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| The man in the moon still has a wicked face
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| But the more you reach for the heavens above
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| The more you’ll hate your own pitiful love
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| Like a river flowing around me… Mirror’s paradise
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| Pulling me in it’s wake… Mirror’s paradise
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| How can you love it…
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| How can you believe it…
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| How can you need it…
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| When there’s nothing there?
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| I want to show you something so much better
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| I’ll make the world seem a little bit deader
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| You smile… but it’s all despair
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| You love… but there’s nothing there
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| Like a river flowing around me… Mirror’s paradise
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| Pulling me in it’s wake… Mirror’s paradise |