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Mirrorman
Mirrorman
I can split myself to be under - her black hair
See myself
As the one i’d like to be sometimes - with her
All over
Her bomb-shell-body
Run over - sugar
Mirrorman
Follows feelings locked deep inside - yeah
Rambling man
Oh she wipes away the chill on my bones - with her eyes
All over
Her bomb-shell-body
Run over - sugar!
Reflected in the lies i make everyday
I’m paying his dues and i can’t slip away
Is there any sense in carrying this on?
Wanna wake up some day to find out he’s gone
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