| Passing up through the world
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| I got caught in a looking glass
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| I found myself a million girls
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| And they’ve fallen from the front to the very back
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| I’m living but you can’t breathe, man
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| I don’t know which one is me, man
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| I’m living but you can’t breathe, man
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| I don’t know which one is me, man
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| Mirror, mirror looking back at me
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| Becoming clearer, not a fantasy, baby
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| Now you see her—no, she isn’t me
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| Who’s in the mirror, mirror looking back at me?
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| Whoa oh, whoa
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| Whoa oh, whoa
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| Shadows always following me
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| Like the hands of a solar clock
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| I hold them down with gravity
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| And we’re touching toes everywhere we walk
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| I’m living but you can’t breathe, man
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| I don’t know which one is me, man
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| I’m living but you can’t breathe, man
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| I don’t know which one is me, man
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| Mirror, mirror looking back at me
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| Becoming clearer, not a fantasy, baby
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| Now you see her—no, she isn’t me
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| Who’s in the mirror, mirror looking back at me
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| Undressing with my eyes closed
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| Do my makeup in the night yeah
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| There’s always plane glass windows
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| Showin' me what I look like, yeah
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| Mirror, mirror looking back at me
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| Becoming clearer not a fantasy baby
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| Now you see her—no, she isn’t me
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| Who’s in the mirror, mirror looking back at me?
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| Whoa oh, whoa
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| Whoa oh, whoa |