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I think I missed you in the elevator
I think I missed you when I shot too high
Just like the bullet in the temple baby
I really miss your eyes

I know I missed you in Andalusia
I think I missed you when I took my time
Just like that photograph that Carroll drew ya
I think my shot was wide

Mirror mirror on the wall
Tell me why you make things fall
Mirror mirror look at me
Tell me why we disagree

It's so complicated
Just when you think you've got the one in sight
He starts to run into the crowd of cages
With all that bleeding light

I think I've got the combination
I think I've got my settings straight
I measured time like he was half-crustacean
And now he makes me wait

Mirror mirror on the wall
Tell me why you make things fall
Mirror mirror look at me
Tell me why we disagree

I've resorted to aphorisms
Somewhere between love and jism
Stolen like the blanket I stain on bended knee
I'm afraid of my own drop shadow
I'm frozen by the coming youth
I'd like to see the dotted line
Between flies and truth

Mirror mirror on the wall
Tell me why you make things fall
Mirror mirror look at me
Tell me why we disagree
I think I missed you in the elevator   I think I missed you when I shot too high   Just like the bullet in the temple baby   I really miss your eyes      I know I missed you in Andalusia   I think I missed you when I took my time   Just like that photograph that Carroll drew ya   I think my shot was wide      Mirror mirror on the wall   Tell me why you make things fall   Mirror mirror look at me   Tell me why we disagree      It's so complicated   Just when you think you've got the one in sight   He starts to run into the crowd of cages   With all that bleeding light      I think I've got the combination   I think I've got my settings straight   I measured time like he was half-crustacean   And now he makes me wait      Mirror mirror on the wall   Tell me why you make things fall   Mirror mirror look at me   Tell me why we disagree      I've resorted to aphorisms   Somewhere between love and jism   Stolen like the blanket I stain on bended knee   I'm afraid of my own drop shadow   I'm frozen by the coming youth   I'd like to see the dotted line   Between flies and truth      Mirror mirror on the wall   Tell me why you make things fall   Mirror mirror look at me   Tell me why we disagree