"Turn"
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he said
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"Remove that veil, your fading in the head."
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And take
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off your slip
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and slip into my heaviness of skin,
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And I'll be your disguise,
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yeah I'll be your disguise
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Believe
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now in what you see,
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'cos seeing me is all you'll ever be,
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and shhh baby don't you think,
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I'll close your eyes so you need not to blink.
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And I'll numb your demise,
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yeah I'll numb your demise
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'Cos baby who will come more than a mile
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to put a rose on withered cheeks that hide no smile?
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And if the pain don't satisfy,
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you know you can hide in me until you get it right.
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So drop the mirror, look at me...
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...with polished eyes.
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An unnecessary feature'cos I am fine
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but this
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talent that you'll learn
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will soon be your deflection of the hurt
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and I'll numb your demise,
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yeah I'll numb your demise
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'Cos baby who would come more than a mile
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to put a rose on withered cheeks that hide no smile?
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And if the pain don't satisfy
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you know you can hide in me until you get it right.
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So drop the mirror, look at me...
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'Cos baby who will come more than a mile
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to put a rose on withered cheeks that hide no smile?
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And if the pain don't satisfy
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you know you can hide in me until you get it right"
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Drop the Mirror
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Missy Higgins |