[Eligh]
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Can you see yourself not seeing yourself?
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That's the question
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If I paint the back of a sheet of glass black
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What I have is so complex
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You can never make your way back
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To vanity instilled in children
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Filling villains with the greatest weapon of all time
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A connection to your outer layers and mind, body and soul
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Could never conceive
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Or believe in a world without a mirror image
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It's a mere scrimmage when the mirror has two faces
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And you can't figure out which face is yours
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How would the world function
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If you didn't know which race was yours?
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You could take a face and, like, make it yours
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Make hate dissipate
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If the way to take notice to your physical
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Existed in a lake or a stream
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In a dream or a tear on a cheek (cheek, cheek)
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[Scarub]
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If there were no mirrors on the walls
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All along the halls
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And hallways and pathways and shortcuts and back ways
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And alleyways and corners or lobbies and concession stands
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And along the ceilings in grocery stores
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And at newsstands and restaurants and bathrooms
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And backrooms and living rooms and churches
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Where work is, where birth is
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In hospitals and hotels and banks
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A lot less would be seen
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You would have gotten away
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She would've been a victim
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I would have been charged
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And locked behind bars
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Wishing there were mirrors on walls
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All along the halls
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And hallways and pathways and shortcuts and back ways
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And alleyways and corners and lobbies and concession stands
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And along the ceilings in grocery stores
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[Sunspot Jonz] [CHORUS] X 2
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You can't stop it all
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Some things must fall
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You made it that way
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'Til it all blows away
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[Eligh]
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Can you see yourself not seeing yourself
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Unless you're looking into the sea
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Or you're seeing someone else
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Who talks in the same tone
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Or walks with a similar step
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When you're picking up the paper
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And the morning dew is wet
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Or playing in a game and some fool is dripping sweat
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Or you're bending over a glass table
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Putting down your bet
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On a world with an obsession over attributes so set
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On a physical vehicle decorated, displayed from the get-go
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Get low esteem, add it with DNA and traits
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Then you can say the hate for self exposes in reflections
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Get low esteem, add it with DNA and traits
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Then you can say the hate for self expresses in reflections
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[Scarub]
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No clear views or rear views
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Freeways would be overcrowded with fender-benders
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And middle fingers would be thrown up in faces
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As common as compact mirrors can be found in purses
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Life would be the worstest, or would it be a remedy?
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No more seven years bad luck for breaking the reflective glass
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More productivity
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Women wouldn't be running back and forth in bathrooms to refreshen that ass
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Less time and money would be wasted on
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Pathetic cosmetic merchandise made to entice
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And glamour girls would have a shit fit
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And Michael Jackson would still be black, ya know?
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You made it that way
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'Til it all blows away
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I will not stare if you will not talk
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I will not stare if you will not talk
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I will not stare if you will not talk
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I will not stare if you will not talk
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[CHORUS] X 2
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I will not stare if you will not talk
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I will not stare if you will not talk
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I will not stare if you will not talk
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I will not stare if you will not talk
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"Let's take a drink
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Nobody's watching"
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"Yeah"
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"A small one won't hurt us
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Whoops!"
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Black Glass
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Living Legends |