I look at the mirror
And all I see is me
Someone who is lost
Someone who want's to be free
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But the mirror is bad
The mirror is a lyer
he´ll drives me so mad
That I will become fire!
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He doesn't show everything
He was the devil behind
So I fell my soul possessed
And I beg for something!
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That's mine!
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You got the devil behind you
Becarefull he's looking for you
Becarefull he´s looking after you
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You try, to escape
To the real world pass
I don't know how I can fell it
Cause you are nothing more than glass
Than glass . . . so . . . you shall not pass
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You know my weaknesses
My hopes and fears
You cat me with you reflex
You make me be flood in tears.
Ana Teresa Rego
Bruna Teixeira
Maria Flábia Barros
