[Verse 1] You packed your bags on a Tuesday Left the brushes in the tray Said you’d figure it out somehow Then you didn’t call for days [Verse 2] They still talk about your station How you never missed a shade Now the chair sits empty And the light above it fades [Chorus] You don’t have to be the best in the room You just have to walk back through the door It’s quieter now, the music’s low But the mirror’s still yours [Verse 3] I keep your apron on the hook Like you might still need it soon Some nights I almost take it down Then I leave it where you put it [Chorus] You don’t have to be the best in the room You just have to walk back through the door It’s quieter now, the music’s low But the mirror’s still yours [Outro] Whenever you’re ready… The chair’s still here…
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