| We had it all
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| Didn’t want for anything
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| No shelter, no bread, no circus
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| But where was your word on Sunday afternoons
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| When they were needed the most
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| Carousels and carnivals while you stayed at home
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| Spent the days believing that it was the only way to go
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| I waited for you
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| Vivid imagination saved you
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| The woods out back and the bicycle track wasn’t nearly good enough, no
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| Your old record collection, the Elo and the Beatles section
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| (And you go)
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| Be my guest — try your best
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| I’ll be right there with you, soon it’ll be my turn to fall
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| (Mirror, mirror on the wall. Who’s your daddy after all?)
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| Your gaze is steady but the mirror keeps on crashing down
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| (Mirror mirror off the wall)
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| You are a brilliant mind, could accomplish anything
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| No problem, no challenge, the greater
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| But I didn’t care at all as the seconds ticked away
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| I know ‘cause I counted them all
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| Holidays and summer camps while you stayed at work
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| I waited for you, I know that you tried your best
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| But sad to say, though you meant it well it was never good enough
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| Now I’m walking down your high street. |
| While you say
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| «Be my guest, do what you can, little man
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| Pride precedes the fall»
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| I’ll be right there with you
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| Soon it’ll be my turn to fall
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| (Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s your daddy after all)
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| Your gaze is steady but the mirror keeps on crashing down
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| (Mirror mirror off the wall)
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| I had it sorted
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| I knew what tricks to not fall for
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| (You are misstra know it all, till you find out on your own)
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| Now, enjoy your last laugh
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| I will live to make it ours
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| (We'll be misstras know fuck all together, together, together) |