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A little chat in your bedroom is all I'd wish to win. I could teach you better and then I'd let you go away. You use to cry in the movies, you cry at happy ends. If I treat you better I guess you will forgive me then. Are you sick of what the mirrors give you back? That's the face I love. Each one is wishing just for what the other has got, and I, I don't. What you say distracts me from who you really are. Every time you put me aside, I can't help begging to hear you singing in the mornings. Oh, if I could keep your voice, it would be the song of my choice for every dawning. Are you sick of what the mirrors give you back? That's the face I love. Each one is wishing just for what the other has got, and I, I don't, what the other has got, and I ... From Letras Mania