[Verse:] Mirror Mirror How far will I go? Despite the foundation I am falling Sweet reflection Will you save a place for me? Where am I heading? Could
[Verse 1:] Been walking in tightrope my whole life I'm here on my own and I'm afraid of the heights I'm ready to fall but wonder will I survive But then
Meine Wohnung Wie totes Land Ich schreib'n Brief An unbekannt Mein Spiegelbild Wird Gesucht Wird gesucht Mein Steckbrief Liegt mir in Blut Zuruck will
They're always talking down on you. Pretentious words pushed through and through. Another pawn in the big charade. A tug of war as your spirit fades away
well let's say im free dosen't mean i go away from you i'll love you till the end i'll be there for you Babe can't you see im free i wanna have fun
All of my senses overthrown By the might of your skin And the lamplight on your cheek bone Drawing me further in No sentence I can speak for the wonder
Mirror, mirror, how far will I go? Despite the foundation, I am falling Oh, sweet reflection Will you save a place for me? Where am I heading? Could
My apartment like a barrenland I write a letter to unknown my reflection is wanted my wanted poster is my body I dont want to go back just out of here
Is there somewhere we can stay together, Somewhere we can make the same mistakes yeah, Looks like Michaels dad will face the river, Don't you change,
Before you jump You wear the frown Of someone who is stalling There's no up there's only down In the void of falling All you need to do is take One step
What's the use of worrying if we'll be here tomorrow All we need to be is here today Don't care if you're rich or if you have to beg and borrow You can
I slept straight through to eight am That same old lame alarm clock excuse just ain't gonna work again I light a Marlboro for breakfast, on my way out
Well I had a dream last night And in my dream I took a knife to you I slit your throat from ear to ear The wound was gasping for the air Your scream so
Meine Wohnung wie totes Land Ich schreib'n Brief an unbekannt Mein Spiegelbild Wird Gesucht Wird gesucht mein Steckbrief Liegt mir in Blut zuruck will
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(parole di Leda Battisti, musica di Ottmar Liebert) Lo so che non si puo sai morire d'amore e trasformare questo sale in me in zucchero e miele ma
What's the use of worrying If we'll be here tomarrow All we need to be is here today Don't care if you're rich Or if you have to beg and borrow You can