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My keys are dusty, I haven't been home for a while, for, for a while, oh-oh-oh
If you asked me where I've been, I'd say your profile, your, your profile
I cut, copy, and pasted myself to the screen
Just to see the real world what they really mean
But, I don't know how
Anyone can feel anything now
Trick, trick, trick mirrors
Are the pictures hanging on my walls
Trick, trick, trick mirrors
Don' let me die here another missed call
I wanna be a story, a fiction
Mmm your favourite flavour of addiction
Through the clouds a vision in first class
Trick mirrors in the looking glass
Oh oh oh oh-oo oh-oo-oh
In the looking glass
Oh oh oh oh-oo oh-oo-oh
Trick mirrors in the looking glass
I got a closet of costumes to dress a ghost, to dress a ghost oh-oh-oh
And I can keep pinching myself, oh, is this real, I don't even know
I've got bank account of shoes
That I can't use to walk out of this room
But, in the hall
There's a parade floating above it all
Trick, trick, trick mirrors
Are the people posing in the streets
Trick, trick, trick mirrors
A sitcom's laugh-track on repeat
(Ha-ha-ha)
I wanna be a story, a fiction
Mmm your favourite flavour of addiction
Through the clouds a vision in first class
Trick mirrors in the looking glass
Oh oh oh oh-oo oh-oo-oh
In the looking glass
Oh oh oh oh-oo oh-oo-oh
Trick mirrors in the looking glass
The most unfair of them all
Has no skin in the game
And you can't look away
Oh-oo-oh-oh oh-ah-oh ah-ah-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I wanna be a story, a fiction
Your favourite affliction
Through the clouds a vision in first class
Trick mirrors in the looking glass
I wanna be a story, a fiction
Mmm your favourite flavour of addiction
Through the clouds a vision in first class
Trick mirrors in the looking glass
Oh oh oh oh-oo oh-oo-oh
In the looking glass
Oh oh oh oh-oo oh-oo-oh
Trick mirrors in the looking glass
Trick mirrors