Pyrrhura - Waiting Room Тексты

In a waiting room
There are so many things that I dont need
When I am there

Mosquitos
It was written on the box
that I found lying against my doors

I see
Our reflection in a mirror
As we slowly pass

I think to myself
I dont wanna be
like these two

Then realize
It was mirror, mirror, nothing but a mirror
So that were we

And I dont wanna be...
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