David Bowie - The Mirror текст песни

Текст
Wash your face before your faded make-up makes a mark

The mirror will watch over you

Pierrot never comes so pack your face and chase the dark

The mirrors hung up on you

Dont be last, your friends and your reflection

Its all so direction now

Poor harlequin, youre quite an exception

Fay troubadour, on a downer

Gay harlequin, doesnt believe in you

Doesnt believe its true, such a downer.

Текст песни David Bowie - The Mirror The Mirror
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