i will stare into the faded mirror
but there will be no reflection
wipe it but it won't get any clearer
i can't get rid of this defection
and when the sun goes down
there will be no light downtown
i'll take your hand and take you there
lead you to the middle of nowhere
we'll have the time of our lives
at the place defections strive
but when the sun comes up
that's when my time will be up
and i will wake up in my bed
not by you but the mirror instead
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