I saw the shadow shooting from the mirror,
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And the glass falling to the floor.
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I thought I asked you to talk much clearer,
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before they threw you through the cellar door.
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Did you ever think you'd ever rest your head on a bed next to a jailhouse sink.
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Tell me, Miller.
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Mama says that you're a good person anyway,
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And Papa says that you could change the world,
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Your little sister, she never missed you 'till you went away,
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Then she cried your name.
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Tell me did you change when you saw the rain outside would never touch your face?
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Tell me, Miller.
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Don't guess it ever mattered. I guess it never mattered.
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I don't want to see a day where nothing's free,
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And I don't want to hear that you have disappeared,
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And I don't want to know what makes you think you'll show,
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That there's a world worth bleeding for.
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When you got out you headed for the hills,
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With nothin' but the fear to keep you runnin',
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Each time you hid, they would find you,
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Each time you stood up, they would cut you down.
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Tell me did you change when you saw the pain outside would never touch your face?
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Tell me, Miller.
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I don't want to see a day where nothing's free,
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And I don't want to hear that you have disappeared,
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And I don't want to know what makes you think you'll show,
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That there's a world worth bleeding for.
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Miller
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