I'm locking all the doors. I'm busting up the mirrors.
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Reflection is a dirty thing. It seems that's all too obvious.
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I didn't dim the lights enough. They see me against the wall.
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I'm making silhouettes, and it's all my fucking fault.
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I would prefer a breeze, but I'll settle for this drink in front of me.
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The humid night just sticks to my skin.
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Isn't that so generous. It follows me to sleep.
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Now I toss and turn in. I hit the lights and sit at the edge of the bed,
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Strumming what's inside of me. I guess this night's been turned into something useful.
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I'm strumming my guitar looking out a dirty window. I'm drunker than I've been.
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What else do I have to say or sing?
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I See London
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| None More Black |
