Your life is like a crack in the mirror
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Seven years of bad luck it ain't getting better now
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After all is said and done
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Reflection in the window is the same old face
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Background small town everywhere you look around
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Tell me what you're running from
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Flip a coin and let it land in your hand
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Heads you gonna stay but its tails so you can
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Move to another town
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Hide where you're sure you wont be found
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But it's still just you on the inside
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You can pretend it'll be alright
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Sell it to yourself but you know it's just a lie
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Cause it's still just you on the inside
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Still you on the inside
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Nothing faster than the speed of your leaving
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Hundred miles an hour and there ain't no slowing down
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But you cant outrun yourself
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Yeah you can say you fit in like a joker in the deck but now
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You're skipping like a broken record going round
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And you're the last to ask for help
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Flip a coin and let it land in your hand
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Heads you gonna stay but its tails so you can
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Move to another town
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Hide where you're sure you wont be found
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But it's still just you on the inside
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You can't pretend it'll be alright
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Sell it to yourself but you know it's just a lie
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Cause it's still just you on the inside
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Still you on the inside
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It's never really been a question of how far
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And at the end of every destination there you are
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You can't move to another town
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Hide where you're sure you won't be found
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But it's still just you on the inside
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Oh, you can pretend it will be alright
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No matter how you sell it
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When you tell it it's a lie
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Cause it's still just you on the inside
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Still you on the inside
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You can go and change and to me you'll always be the same
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Still you on the inside
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You can try and run and know you'll always be the same inside
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I still love you on the inside.
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On The Inside
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| Richard Marx |
