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I can run my fingers over each untidy scar
And listen as each one whispers failure
I can lean in close to the mirror
And feel the reflection spit on me I can run my fingers over each untidy scar And listen as each one whispers failure I can lean in close to the mirror And feel the reflection spit on me
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