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She was calling around to find half an hour She walked right into my mirror Says she's here to waste time I said "That's fine." Listen, to thyself be true Every thread, every hair re-arranged to resemble You could have her, detective daughter copy Please don't be me There are so many skirts under the table None of these long legs are mine She calls around finds me crying, wish i were capable of lying sometimes Love is real, real is love Love is asking to be loved Hell is real, real is love Hell is living love Hide out and then run when no one's looking She's still calling around to find half an hour She'll always have a place in the mirror She's got no more time, i said "That's fine" I'm all out too To thyself be true From Letras Mania