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Альбом
Текст песни
Looking in the mirror.
It's always such a mess, don't cry to me about your problems. Save it
I've got my own. Arms around you, this will be where you meet your end.
I've got my own. Play the victim the last card in a loosing hand.
And now you know. Never to doubt me, you owe me the respect.
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