| When I feel your eyes on me I fall to my knees
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| And I wait for your look to judge and define me
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| I’m just a thin shell breaking in your palm
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| Starving for substance, identity
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| I am not afraid of this act of mutual creation
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| I take from you as you take from me
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| Like nervous hands reaching out for each other
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| Your eyes can tell no lies, I am what you see
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| You’re my mirror
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| Everything I do I see in you
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| You’re my mirror
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| In your eyes I hide
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| You’re my mirror
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| What you see is what you’re giving me
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| You’re my mirror
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| In your eyes
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| As I turn around to leave, still in your spell
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| I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the window by your bed
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| What an odd surprise to bump into myself like this
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| I can see right through myself to the flowers on your lawn
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| And the empty space before me swallows everything you give
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| I turn back to your look to find peace in your eyes
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| I’m nothing without you, I’m hollow without you
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| You’re my mirror
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| Everything I do I see in you
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| You’re my mirror
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| In your eyes I hide
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| You’re my mirror
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| What you see is what you’re giving me
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| You’re my mirror
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| It’s in your eyes
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| I find in his look an insecurity childishly submissive
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| I say foolish things I do strange things for attention
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| He finds within me some kind of unfamiliar hardness
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| He sees both the child and the cynic
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| Everyhing I hold inside of me
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| Everything I’m hoping I can be
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| You’re my mirror
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| Everything I do I see in you
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| You’re my mirror
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| In your eyes I hide
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| You’re my mirror
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| What you see is what you’re giving me
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| You’re my mirror
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| It’s in your eyes |