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Outside
In the morning mirror I see
The weak that comes to visit me
It's tender and thin,
wears not a smile
but a grin
That tries to eclipse the fight within
I take a drink and off I go
Out to the open
The everyday show
Never letting anyone know
The embers that burn, are burning low.
© All Rights Reserved
The weak that comes to visit me
It's tender and thin,
wears not a smile
but a grin
That tries to eclipse the fight within
I take a drink and off I go
Out to the open
The everyday show
Never letting anyone know
The embers that burn, are burning low.
© All Rights Reserved
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