Saw my reflection, covered in glass
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How it reminds me of you
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Broken like a vision, an unfinished season
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Terror had struck me, but all I could see is your soft skin
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And I wondered
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Inside the workhouse, you mind your own business
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And I had the courage of two
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And as I requested a lapse in your presence
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I couldn't think of anything important to say
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So I wondered
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When this day will end
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Yeah, I wondered if we'd speak again.
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Yeah, I wonder.
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Turn Off The Century
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| Pete Yorn |
