Baby when you look in the mirror
at yourself
at yourself
can't you see
can't you see
A fire that is
all burnt out
can't you see
a fire
that is
all burnt out
too many
games that have been played
too many
lies that have been told
no matter how good
something is
sooner or later
that something is
going to get old
Baby when you look
in the mirror
at yourself
at yourself
can; t you see
a fire
that is
all burnt out!
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