With every sun that sets I am feeling more
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Like a stranger on a foreign shore
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With an eroding beach disappearing from underneath
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And when my mirror speaks it never minces words
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Because these eyes don't shine half as bright
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As they used to do and they haven't for quite a while
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Because I'm a man who hides from all that binds
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And a mess of fading lines
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And there's a tangled thread inside my head
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With nothing on either end
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I always fall in love with an open door
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With a horizon on an endless sea
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As I look around the ones who were standing right in front of me
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And then my mirror speaks with irreverence
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Like a soldier I can't command
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It sees a frightened child in the body of a full-grown man
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And he's a man who hides from all that binds
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And a mess of fading lines
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And there's a tangled thread inside his head
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With nothing on either end
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There's nothing on either end
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A new position for a different view
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And nothing changes but the slightest hues
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And I am standing face to face
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With a man who hides from all that binds
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And a mess of fading lines
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And there's a tangled thread inside his head
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With nothing on either end
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I'm a man who hides from all that binds
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And a mess of fading lines
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And there's a tangled thread inside my head
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With nothing on either end
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[2X]
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There's nothing on the ends
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No there's nothing on the ends
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My Mirror Speaks
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| Death Cab For Cutie |
