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If I'm the mirror and you're the image

then what's the secret between the two,

these 'me's and 'you's, how many can there be?

Oh, I don't mind all that around the place,

as long as you keep it

well away from me.

I've begun to regret that we ever met

between the dimensions.

It gets such a strain to pretend that the change

is anything but cheap...

with your infant pique and your angst pretensions

sometimes you act like a creep.



And now I'm standing in the corner,

looking at the room and the furniture

in cheap imitation of alienation and grief.

And now we're going to the kitchen,

fix ourselves a drink and a cigarette,

getting no closer to being the joker or thief.

Well every time I see you, I get sick
And every time I think of you, well I get sick
And every time I dream of you, well I get sick
And every time I cry for you, well I get sick
I don't want you to set me free
I don't need you to set me free