I am the man in the mirror.
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My reflection, I aspire to be.
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In your reflection what do you see?
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False fault or a masterpiece?
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But a masterpiece starts with a single stroke
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and empires start in an open field.
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(I am the man in the mirror)
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But a masterpiece starts with a single stroke.
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If we could all be steadfast suddenly,
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then we'd never build a life worth living.
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So let us restore each other.
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I am the man in the mirror.
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My reflection, I aspire to be.
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In your reflection what do you see?
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False fault or a masterpiece?
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I am the man in the mirror.
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The mirror
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So let us restore each other,
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not with haste, but gently,
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for an empty cup cannot fill another.
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A blank canvas will later be priceless,
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and the love that we build will be endless.
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Though we all stumble, we will not fall.
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I am the man in the mirror.
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My reflection, I aspire to be.
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In your reflection what do you see?
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False fault or a masterpiece?
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We will build masterpieces out of these faults.
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(I am the man in the mirror)
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So when I stare back into my own eyes
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I try to peer past, and try to understand.
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My imperfections compose my composure
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and I can live with them and you will live by me.
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So let us restore each other, not with haste, but gently,
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for an empty cup, an empty cup cannot fill another.
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An Ever-Growing Wonder
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We Came As Romans |