Back Street Mirror

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   Corner bar, smoke filled room 
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full of inclination
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I went down to some market street 
preachers for some inspiration
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And as my mind got face set to the 
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window with exageration
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I thought I was falling through
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But I was told to be standing too
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And I felt about how hard it would 
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be, being here without you

Introduced to a butcher disguised in
 such blind elation
Tried a Duchess of Sooth, who kept 
her booth selling quaint quotations
As she complained of red haired dead
 losers causing her aggravation
I talked about what our life could 
do
To seek her eyes as to what I was 
seeing through
And I felt about how hard it would 
be, being here without you

Boarded in on the thirteenth floor 
of the Hotel Confusion
I was asked 'Don't you think that 
your thoughts are only an illusion?'
And as I looked to the street below 
from the lax typically simple 
exclusion
I was stopped by the thought of you
And not what I was thinking to do
And I felt about how hard it would 
be, being here without you