Текст песни Glass - Notebook.
                                                Mirror, 
                                                Mirror, 
                                                On 
                                                The 
                                                Wall
 
                                    
                                
                                                You′re 
                                                reminding 
                                                me 
                                                of 
                                                something
 
                                    
                                
                                                Breaks 
                                                and 
                                                Chips, 
                                                    a 
                                                Crack, 
                                                and 
                                                all. 
                                                    I 
                                                see 
                                                so 
                                                clearly 
                                                with 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                Danger 
                                                shows 
                                                in 
                                                your 
                                                reflection, 
                                                but 
                                                    I 
                                                still 
                                                love 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                Your 
                                                translucency 
                                                is 
                                                different 
                                                than 
                                                usually
 
                                    
                                
                                                Mirror, 
                                                Mirror, 
                                                On 
                                                The 
                                                Wall
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fragments 
                                                that 
                                                scatter 
                                                and 
                                                fall
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                smell 
                                                you. 
                                                    I 
                                                taste 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                lure 
                                                me 
                                                with 
                                                breakthroughs
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sweet 
                                                as 
                                                candy
 
                                    
                                
                                                Evil 
                                                and 
                                                enchanting
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sacred 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                glass 
                                                in 
                                                hand. 
                                                It 
                                                hasn't 
                                                managed
 
                                    
                                
                                                Any 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                angst 
                                                due 
                                                to 
                                                attachments, 
                                                and 
                                                we′re 
                                                tangled 
                                                in 
                                                that 
                                                magic 
                                                scam
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                we're 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                crossroads
 
                                    
                                
                                                Between 
                                                being 
                                                    a 
                                                scoundrel 
                                                with 
                                                    a 
                                                barcode
 
                                    
                                
                                                How 
                                                can 
                                                this 
                                                render 
                                                us 
                                                powerless 
                                                and 
                                                heartbroke?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Decisions 
                                                made 
                                                that 
                                                we 
                                                promised 
                                                not 
                                                to 
                                                make. 
                                                I'm 
                                                dumbfounded 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                wrong 
                                                road
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                hate 
                                                you, 
                                                but 
                                                I′m 
                                                glad 
                                                I′ve 
                                                danced 
                                                with 
                                                you 
                                                the 
                                                first 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                Just 
                                                to 
                                                see 
                                                the 
                                                damage 
                                                you've 
                                                procured; 
                                                every 
                                                addict 
                                                that 
                                                you′ve 
                                                hurt
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                took 
                                                away 
                                                the 
                                                love 
                                                they 
                                                had 
                                                so 
                                                crammed
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                their 
                                                stomachs, 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                crazy, 
                                                rugged 
                                                avalanches
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                mud 
                                                and 
                                                static 
                                                that 
                                                cannot 
                                                be 
                                                flushed, 
                                                eradicated
 
                                    
                                
                                                We're 
                                                bloody, 
                                                agitated 
                                                and 
                                                cut 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                bone 
                                                and 
                                                our 
                                                marrow
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wanna′ 
                                                see 
                                                God, 
                                                but 
                                                stone 
                                                all 
                                                our 
                                                Pharaohs
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                kill 
                                                any 
                                                hope 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                gallows
 
                                    
                                
                                                Chop 
                                                at 
                                                their 
                                                necks 
                                                in 
                                                slow-mo 
                                                and 
                                                laugh, 
                                                so
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                show 
                                                for 
                                                these 
                                                assholes
 
                                    
                                
                                                I′ve 
                                                joined 
                                                the 
                                                party 
                                                where 
                                                we 
                                                climb 
                                                the 
                                                ladder, 
                                                but 
                                                slowly, 
                                                we 
                                                crash
 
                                    
                                
                                                Nose-diving 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                bottom 
                                                'til 
                                                we 
                                                die
 
                                    
                                
                                                Outlined 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                broken 
                                                pieces 
                                                by 
                                                design
 
                                    
                                
                                                Breaks 
                                                and 
                                                Chips, 
                                                    a 
                                                Crack, 
                                                and 
                                                all. 
                                                    I 
                                                see 
                                                so 
                                                clearly 
                                                with 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                Danger 
                                                shows 
                                                in 
                                                your 
                                                reflection
 
                                    
                                
                                                Faceless 
                                                ghosts 
                                                that 
                                                want 
                                                revenge
 
                                    
                                
                                                Maybe 
                                                no 
                                                one 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                end 
                                                won
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                haze 
                                                of 
                                                smoke 
                                                that 
                                                some 
                                                regret
 
                                    
                                
                                                Mirror, 
                                                Mirror, 
                                                On 
                                                The 
                                                Wall
 
                                    
                                
                                                Fragments 
                                                that 
                                                scatter 
                                                and 
                                                fall
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                smell 
                                                you. 
                                                    I 
                                                taste 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                lure 
                                                me 
                                                with 
                                                breakthroughs
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sweet 
                                                as 
                                                candy
 
                                    
                                
                                                Evil 
                                                and 
                                                enchanting
 
                                    
                                
                                                Everyone 
                                                loves 
                                                you 
                                                right 
                                                when 
                                                they 
                                                have 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                First 
                                                you're 
                                                    a 
                                                guest, 
                                                then 
                                                you′re 
                                                close 
                                                as 
                                                tattoo
 
                                    
                                
                                                It′s 
                                                not 
                                                like 
                                                me 
                                                to 
                                                burn 
                                                at 
                                                high-speeds
 
                                    
                                
                                                But, 
                                                    I 
                                                can't 
                                                turn 
                                                back. 
                                                I′m 
                                                seeing 
                                                ninety
 
                                    
                                
                                                Moving 
                                                onto 
                                                    a 
                                                hundred. 
                                                    I 
                                                keep 
                                                on 
                                                going 
                                                fast
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                if 
                                                    I 
                                                crash, 
                                                fuck 
                                                it 
                                                'cause 
                                                there 
                                                ain′t 
                                                nothing 
                                                like
 
                                    
                                
                                                Glass
 
                                    
                                
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