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There’s a mirror on the wall in this smoky run down bar
Showing me with every move that I’ve really come this far
And I can see this wrinkled shirt and pants with holes in both the knees
Mirror on the wall look what she did to me

If that mirror on the wall could only look the other way
Then I wouldn’t be reminded of this price I’ve had to pay
And these boots weren’t made for walkin on these tired unsteady feet
Mirror on the wall look what she did to me

Well I can’t believe the shape I’m in I thought I’d be alright
Til that mirror on the wall showed me I didn’t win the fight
And that mirror just keeps starin back at me so I can see
Mirror on the wall look what she did to me

That mirror on the wall really used to be my friend
But it doesn’t know that I just don’t want to see the shape I’m in
And I know that I should leave here but I just can’t find the keys
Mirror on the wall look what she did to me

Well she came in here and she caught me with this bottle in my hand
And she told me that she’s had just about as much as she can stand
And I can’t believe I’ve turned into this image that I see
Mirror on the wall look what she did to me