Tunnel seems so long
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Touching the bottom
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A slim reflexion
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Punctured my vision
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I didn't notice
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Beside the last door
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Standing on nothing
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There was a mirror
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Even inside...scrutinized
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I am, he is, the face I hate
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Refracting cells and prismed self
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Who's x who's y in a blank place
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I can't believe this is my image
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Like the mirror without a frame
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Baring a scarred side
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Open in daylight
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Recoil and reply
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Farside of my pride
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The introspection
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Ruptures the blood core
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Magnification
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Draws out the mirror
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Seeking me out
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What will he find?
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I am, he is, a repugnant state
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I can't shake this curiosity
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My privacy starts to fade
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I can't believe this is my image
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Like the mirror
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A polar exchange
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He gloating over my fleeting image
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He used to be me
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He knows who is free
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How long will I wait...here
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Stuck in this void place...here
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I can't believe I am the immage
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Within the mirror
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Into the chrome lake
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The glass is broken
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But I look the same
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X-Ray Mirror
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| Voivod |
