Tác giả : Pm Dawn
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(that's dope...) 
 
In the presence of mirrors i come face to face with you 
In the presence of mirrors i come face to face with you 
In the presence of mirrors i come face to face with you 
Which is me, which is me, which is me.... 
 
Impossible to tell whether he was there, 
I can count his days in confusion 
He went for a trip inside and he liked it there 
I wonder if he'll ever be back 
(will he ever come back?) 
 
Impossible sets the world for a man to commute 
But from his point of view, it's untrue (so untrue) 
A likely story i heard before so i'll paint it black 
I read it but its about as black as white (black as white) 
(face to face) 
 
In the presence of mirrors i come face to face with you 
In the presence of mirrors i come face to face with you 
In the presence of mirrors i come face to face with you 
Which is me, which is me, which is me.... 
 
My first trip inside i met someone i never met before 
I enjoyed his company so everyday i'd stop to say hello 
One day i took him with me and inside we had a ball 
So i asked him if he'd like to come here everyday 
(just to come with me, baby) 
 
The next day i just couldn't find him and i didn't wonder why 
Till almost recently i didn't understand 
Yesterday waves goodbye but she also likes to stare 
Till i passed a mirror i couldn't figure out why 
(oh why oh why oh why? no.....) 
 
In the presence of mirrors i come face to face with you 
In the presence of mirrors i come face to face with you 
In the presence of mirrors i come face to face with you 
Which is me, which is me, which is me.... 
 
So outside one of us built a window to the other side 
Now the flowers get upset when i take the shortway 
Holyness he holds on to with the holdest tightest love 
So i wonder how he gets to ride my butterfly 
(butterfly) 
 
But even if he wanted to, as sad as the wind, 
So i wonder why his smile is upside down all the time 
See horses make me laugh at times as does the wind 
But none of them get to see me anymore 
(no oh no no no...) 
 
In the presence of mirrors i come face to face with you 
In the presence of mirrors i come face to face with you 
In the presence of mirrors i come face to face with you 
Which is me, which is me, which is me....