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There's a man in my mirror every morning

He arrives as day is dawning

He must be tired

And not too wired

Because he's yawning

At the same time as me...strangely

He looks quizzically

And he'll softly ask

From behind his one way mask

Why not go back to bed?

Man, don't put that thought in my head

Did you not hear what I said?

Oh for the power

Of an extra hour

And the time to grab a wake up shower

I move, I leave him in disdain

But in every room, he comes again

He'll wash my face

With no real grace

In a reflection of the water

He'll say I caught ya

Closing your eyes

For sleeps reprise

He'll flash me his sin of a grin

One that I'd keep within

At that time of the mornin'...

He's downstairs too

Unbelievable, but true

There's nothing I can do

To get away from you

I wonder

If he comes at night

When there's no light

Silently giggling

With all of his might

Because I can't see right - how impolite

I have no doubt

That he'll let himself out

Just keep that smile to yourself for a while

Let me go, to catch up with the rank and file

I hate your style, your imitation game

I can't be you, though we look the same

You seem alive, I feel so tame

That's because you never sleep

Your silvered soul must find it cheap

I know you'd have me counting sheep

But you know

I've got to go

And I'm sure that I'll be saying hello

Later on, when the day is gone

To the version of me

Reflectively

Bathed in the black so that I can't see

Grin while you can

For I have a plan

I'll break what you're made of my dear mirror man...