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Detective DaughterShe was calling around to find half an hour.She walked right into my mirror. Says she's here to waste time I said "That's fine." Listen, to thyself be true, to thyself be true Every thread, every hair re-arranged to resemble You could have her, detective daughter copy, Please don't be me. There are so many skirts under the table, None of these long legs are mine. She calls around finds me crying, Wish I were capable of lying sometimes. Love is hell, hell is love. Hell is asking to be loved. Hide out and then run when no one's looking. She's still calling around to find half an hour. She'll always have a place in my mirror, But she's got no more time, now she wants mine. But I'm all out too. To thyself be true To thyself be true To thyself be true To thyself be true Sure, it’s no big deal |