There's a face in the mirror
Who do you [who do you want] see
Want to see
Is there a meaning
to every crevice and crease
Who do you see
There's a face in the puddle
lining the sidewalk
Rippling, cascading with every step
I cling to this mirror
It's the only thing that I have left
You're slipping through my fingertips
You're slipping and I can't keep you in place
But I'll try
As you slip through my
There's this dream I keep chasing
I'm running in place but I can't realize
Since you're backing away
Slipping from my
You're slipping through my fingertips
You're slipping and I can't keep you in place
But I'll try
As you slip through my
There's a face in the mirror
Who do you [who do you want] to see















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