There is a swan-white curtain
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Somewhere within the sky
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It's known of every sermon
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Every anguished cry
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The howls of hopeless people
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Frightened and alone
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There is a spotless silver mirror
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That hangs within the moon
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It's witnessed every winter
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The cities charred and ruined
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The herds of homeless people
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Filling all the roads
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Some may pray to their mirrors
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Some may kneel before the sun
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Me, I say there's a mirror
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In the heart of everyone
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Bullets paint the blue distance
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The mirror's stained from every gun
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Still I say that it glistens
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In the heart of everyone
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And there are golden whispers
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Within the afternoon
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They've held the brothers, sisters
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Felt the mothers' wounds
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The broken-hearted people
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Burying their own
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Some may pray to their mirrors
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Some may kneel before the sun
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Me, I say there's a mirror
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In the heart of everyone
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Strike the bell and we listen
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Light the candle and we're shown
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The Gods themselves throwing incense
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As all the world begins to glow
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Such a flame, such a mirror
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In the heart of everyone
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Such a flame, such a mirror
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In the heart of everyone
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Of everyone, of everyone, of everyone
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A Mirror In The Heart
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| Duncan Sheik |
