The Mirror

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