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Pm Dawn

Genres: Hip-Hop

In The Presence Of Mirrors Lyrics - Pm Dawn

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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 says the world for a man to commute 

But from his point of view, it's untrue 

A likely story I heard before so I'll paint it black 

I read it but it's about as black as white 

 

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 

 

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 now she also likes to stare 

Till I passed a mirror I couldn't figure out why, why 

 

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, 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 short way 

Holiness he holds on to with the holdest tightest love 

So I wonder how he gets to ride my 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 

 

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, which is me 

Which is me, which is me, which is me, which is me 

Which is me, which is me, which is me 

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