You're looking in the mirror on your wall
You're talking diamonds I don't see them at all
Tired of hanging in this old dirty town
Tired of having friends hanging around
You got a glimpse down in New Orleans
Of a nightmare that was your dream
You're looking in the mirror on your wall
You're talking diamonds I don't see them at all
Just tell me
If you need me
If you don't
Why don't you let it go
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