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Staring back from inside my mirror
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A boy I used to know
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Shining eyes that see right through my window soul
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Cowboys, kings and flying aces
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Somehow saved the day
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We were standing kisses from the princess in the palace
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My Alice through the looking glass
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Is there really anything that lasts
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Makes me wonder if time is a bullet
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'Cause everything is happening too fast
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*I loved I lost. Where are they now?
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The things(ones) I touched. And let them fall.
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Where are they now? All the people that I've known
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that turned out to be me. Where are they now?
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Waiting in a line of five o'clock shadows.
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Another pencil in the drawer
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Tripping over echoes in my head
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Wishing I was someone else instead
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Makes me wonder if time is my hero
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And everything will come around again.
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I loved I lost. Where are they now?
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The things I touched. And let them fall.
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Where are they now? All the people that I've known
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that turned out to be me. Where are they now?
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I loved I lost. Where are they now?
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The things I touched. And let them fall.
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I loved I lost. Where are they now?
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The ones I touched. And let them fall.
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All the people that I've known that turned out to be me.
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Where are they now?
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| Mr. Big |
