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In a waiting roomThere are so many things that I don´t needWhen I am thereMosquitosIt was written on the boxthat I found lying against my doorsI seeOur reflection in a mirrorAs we slowly passI think to myselfI don´t wanna belike these twoThen realizeIt was mirror, mirror, nothing but a mirrorSo that were weAnd I don´t wanna be... From Letras Mania