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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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