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Looking in the mirror
She's got a hold on me
As these tears run down my face
She's cutting me again
No one knows who I am
All they see is her
And when the look into her eyes
They can see te darkness
And faintly see me
I want to be found
For someone to help me
To cut me from her grasp
She's smiling at me
Satisfaction in seeing me cry
Watching me become faint
She's going to win
Unless you take the time
To cut me from her grasp
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