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What is in your mirror? Medicine for sadness? Postcards taped upon it? With soap in scripted letters? From your loving mother Don't trade her for some other Truth is what you see it Sorry it just seems fit I felt your shadow on the way home I felt your tower again, again What is in your closet? Boxes stacked from left to right Packed You gently wrap your glassware Place them in the And free the ghost of Just remember happiness It's not some sack of polaroids I felt your smile on the way home I felt your tower again, again I felt your shadow on the way home I felt your tower again, again From Letras Mania