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Glass And Mirror Strays This could be the golden age Lights are calling row by row Echos off the skyscraper Walking through the city dirt Cars roll - lights flow - cars roll It'll walk you home, walk you home We're reflections of the glass and mirror, strays Buildings cut the golden rays Looking up they reach so high Saw my reflection floating by Oh my - so high - oh my It'll walk you home, walk you home We're reflections of the glass and mirror, strays Reflections of you - reflections of me Reflections of you - reflections of me Reflections of you - reflections of me Reflections of you - reflections of me |