Don't hurt yourself Walking through the mirror
Don't cut yourself 'Cos you're cutting through me
I'll take you out
We'll take a long walk down the river
And look at all The pretty stars that fall down The lines are dry
They crumble to the floor
Burgundy, straight and narrow
It wares you out
It gives control but leaves you hollow
I'll show you all The pretty girls they stole away Don't hurt yourself Walking through the mirror
Don't cut yourself
‘Cos you're cutting through me I'll take you out
And we'll take a long walk down the river
And look at all The pretty stars that fall down
They fall down… Let it take you to the edge
Where you know there is no bridge I seem to fall, and now I crawl
It's a little lame but I feel OK
I lock the door, swallow the key
Is it safe to say it's me? Me, am I free? Free….
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