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I like to make my livin' playin' songs for you
If I wasnât doin' this, I donât know what Iâd do
Short order cook in greasy spoon café
Part time house painter, drinkin' up my pay
My face in the mirror looks the same each day
Itâs hard to see the changes when you measure time that way
Whatever happened to me?
I went to see the psychic, she said Iâve been expecting you
Iâll look in my crystal ball, you look in there too
Are you lookin' for someone? Thatâs my specialty
I said ok psychic, whatever happened to me?
My face in the mirror looks the same each day
Itâs hard to see the changes when you measure time that way
Whatever happened to me?
Reminds of that nightclub where my friends and I would play
A man with lots of money tore it down one day
Iâd like to buy all those bricks and build some kinda shrine
To the memory of the music and those dear old friends of mine
My face in the mirror looks the same each day
Itâs hard to see the changes when you measure time that way
My face in the mirror looks the same each day
Itâs hard to see the changes when you measure time that way
Whatever happened to me?
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