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I had a face on the mirror
I had a hand on the gun
I had a place in the sun and a
Ticket to Syria
I had everything within my reach
I had money and stuff
Each and every call
Too much but never enough
Tear it up and watch it fall
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A fragment
I had a face on the mirror
I had a hand on the gun
I had a place in the sun and a
Ticket to Syria
I had everything within my reach
I had money and stuff
Each and every call
Too much but never enough
Tear it up and watch it fall