| I am the man in the mirror.
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| My reflection, I aspire to be.
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| In your reflection what do you see?
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| False fault or a masterpiece?
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| But a masterpiece starts with a single stroke
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| and empires start in an open field.
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| (I am the man in the mirror)
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| But a masterpiece starts with a single stroke.
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| If we could all be steadfast suddenly,
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| then we’d never build a life worth living.
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| So let us restore each other.
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| I am the man in the mirror.
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| My reflection, I aspire to be.
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| In your reflection what do you see?
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| False fault or a masterpiece?
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| I am the man in the mirror.
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| The mirror
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| So let us restore each other,
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| not with haste, but gently,
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| for an empty cup cannot fill another.
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| A blank canvas will later be priceless,
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| and the love that we build will be endless.
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| Though we all stumble, we will not fall.
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| I am the man in the mirror.
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| My reflection, I aspire to be.
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| In your reflection what do you see?
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| False fault or a masterpiece?
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| We will build masterpieces out of these faults.
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| (I am the man in the mirror)
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| So when I stare back into my own eyes
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| I try to peer past, and try to understand.
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| My imperfections compose my composure
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| and I can live with them and you will live by me.
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| So let us restore each other, not with haste, but gently,
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| for an empty cup, an empty cup cannot fill another |