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Top hats and airports
You may not notice
The faint reflection
From the broken mirror
And empty frame you left me in
Standing here now
In kaleidoscope glass
Can you see them
The shards in my wrists
Here I am again
Oh how it hurts to be
Soon just the taste of dirt
Relife from these bruised knee's
Here I am
And here I chose to be
I guess this is the last time
I wonder How will things turn out for me
The faint reflection
From the broken mirror
And empty frame you left me in
Standing here now
In kaleidoscope glass
Can you see them
The shards in my wrists
Here I am again
Oh how it hurts to be
Soon just the taste of dirt
Relife from these bruised knee's
Here I am
And here I chose to be
I guess this is the last time
I wonder How will things turn out for me
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