[Lyrics/Bedos - Music/Forte]
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[Verse]
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What is that shape in front of me
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Spying through the looking glass ?
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This figure is haunting me,
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Aping my every gestures,
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Stealing my soul, my self,
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The presence of menace is lurking
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Behind the translucent surface
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[Chorus]
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I can't face that figure
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Who looks like me, like a twin.
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Who is in the mirror,
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The similarity,
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It can't be me!
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[Verse]
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I can't acknowledge that individual;
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That reflection in the mirror is not my Own:
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The beholder may perceive the evil spark
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In the clearness of the eye,
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Mirroring the darkness of the heart,
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The horror!
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And yet who can it possibly be?
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[Chorus]
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I can't face that figure
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Who looks like me, like a twin.
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Who is in the mirror,
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The similarity,
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I doubt it can be...
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The Mirror Stage
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| Adagio |
