I used to sit on the stool
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Watch him shave
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If my memory is right
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I was 7 or 8
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In the eyes of a child he was no less than great
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But time would prove any'thing could change
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Cus'he was 2 old fashioned
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When I was 16
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Not near as smart
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As my buddies an me
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But the only friend I've grow up to need
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Got called home jus shy of 63
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Now the man in the mirror
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Looks so familiar
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He's wearin that same crocked smile
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Same lines of worry
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Kids growin up to early
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& grey hairs from extra mouths
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I thought I'd never see him agin
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But little did I know I'd turn in
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To the man in the mirror
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Now I realise
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Just how wise he was
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Sometimes without talkin
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He still taught us
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His strong hands of justice
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Would end with ay hug
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He knew nothing was stronger
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Than the power of love
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I can truthfully say
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That I know how he felt
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Cus jus the other night
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When my son needed help
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When I fixed his little plane
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With the one piece left
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He looked at me in a way I never saw myself
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Now the man in the mirror
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Looks so familiar
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He's wearin that same crocked smile
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Same lines of worry kids growin up to early
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& grey hairs from extra mouths
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I thought I'd never see him agin
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But little did I know I'd turn in
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I thought I'd never see him agin
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But little did I know I'd turn in
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To the man in the mirror
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Man In The Mirror
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| Mark Chesnutt |
