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Back of the Mirror
Contributed by
Exodus
on
Thursday, 28th September 2006 @ 01:57:29 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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It's something different at the edge of the room Like a hurricane when the season comes too soon
You never were too punctual and it seemed so right The bathroom's dark and I don't feel like changing the light
I hate to see you drowning in heartache Tell me how to fix it and I swear every rule I'll break
Beautiful baby, memory serves you well Pretty little lady, my conscience burns like hell
We can make it if we try You always love it when I tell a lie
Who's that behind the mirror I want to be distinct but the world won't get clearer
What a greedy little bastard, forsaking until the very end I love you, I miss you, long lost friend
Copyright ©
Exodus
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2006-09-28 13:57:29] (Date/Time posted on
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