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(Verse 1) Oh, the man in the mirror, he tells a tale, Of whiskers and woes and a dusty trail. He dreams of silks, of ribbons and bows, In a world of suits, where no one knows. (Verse 2) He sings the blues with a wistful heart, Yearning for a life, a different part. "Wouldn't it be fine," he sighs to the day, "If I could just live in another way?" (Chorus) But the roads we walk are the ones we're given, And the tales we tell are the lives we're livin’. Still, the man dreams of a softer scene, Where he could dance, and sway, and lean. (Verse 3) Through ancient eyes, he views his fate, Wishing he was born in another state. A minstrel, a poet, in a gown of lace, Not bound by the bridle, nor the race. (Bridge) What’s a man with a soul so tender? Caught in a world he can scarcely remember. Echoes of laughter in dresses of white, Haunt his dreams in the deep of night. (Chorus) But the roads we walk are the ones we're given, And the tales we tell are the lives we're livin’. Still, the man dreams of a softer scene, Where he could dance, and sway, and lean. (Verse 4) Oh, if I could tell you, friend, of my hidden song, Of a life where perhaps I might belong. Would you laugh, would you scorn, would you see? The man in the mirror, just longing