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(That's dope...)
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In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you
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In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you
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In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you
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Which is me, Which is me, Which is me....
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Impossible to tell whether he was there,
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I can count his days in confusion
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He went for a trip inside and he liked it there
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I wonder if he'll ever be back
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(Will he ever come back?)
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Impossible sets the world for a man to commute
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But from his point of view, it's untrue (so untrue)
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A likely story I heard before so I'll paint it black
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I read it but its about as black as white (black as white)
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(face to face)
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In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you
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In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you
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In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you
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Which is me, Which is me, Which is me....
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My first trip inside I met someone I never met before
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I enjoyed his company so everyday I'd stop to say hello
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One day I took him with me and inside we had a ball
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So I asked him if he'd like to come here everyday
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(just to come with me, baby)
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The next day I just couldn't find him and I didn't wonder why
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Till almost recently I didn't understand
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Yesterday waves goodbye but she also likes to stare
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Till I passed a mirror I couldn't figure out why
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(oh why oh why oh why? no.....)
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In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you
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In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you
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In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you
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Which is me, Which is me, Which is me....
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So outside one of us built a window to the other side
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now the flowers get upset when I take the shortway
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Holyness he holds on to with the holdest tightest love
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So I wonder how he gets to ride my butterfly
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(butterfly)
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But even if he wanted to, as sad as the wind,
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So I wonder why his smile is upside down all the time
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See horses make me laugh at times as does the wind
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But none of them get to see me anymore
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(no oh no no no...)
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In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you
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In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you
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In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you
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Which is me, Which is me, Which is me....
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IN THE PRESENCE OF MIRRORS
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| P.M, Dawn |
