Here's a man.
His own Tragic Mirror
capable of such crimes.
He is scared to look at himself too long
at a time.
Here's a man.
His own wrapped up worry
thinkin' he will do wrong very shortly
The answer remains locked up
in his head.
And Charity plays a game with your head.
It gets to you now.
It gets to you now.
And Charity plays away with your head.
It gets to you now.
It gets to you now.
Somehow you've got to smarten up.
And act like nothings ever gonna
Break you.
Break you.
Break your mirror
In two.
Here's a man
aware of his defects.
Such a sensative soul.
Such a rebel incapable of
detecting his flaws.
Here's a man
self-righteous, self-pitying.
Nursing losses and pain
and inflicting.
Give that should keep them busy
for days.
And Charity plays a game with your head.
It gets to you now.
It gets to you now.
And vanity takes your dog for a walk.
It gets to you now.
It gets to you now.
Somehow you've got to smarten up
And act like nothings ever gonna
Break you.
Break you.
Break your mirror
in two.
Here's a man
really worth the attention,
so mature but so dumb.
In broad daylight
the answer remains locked up
in his head.
It's blowin' around somewhere
In his head.

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