quinta-feira, 12 de agosto de 2010

desconhecido.


Oh, oh, I can look at strangers and I can re-arrange them.
Reflection cast right back at us.
Can we still put our faith in saviors?
No semi-mental journey.

Oh, I can be the stranger and I will recreate my mind.
So I'll find those that play there but I can't trust half of my playthings, no
The stranger.

Broken mirror, seven years.
Well, that’s some kind of luck.
Shall I put my trust in strangers?
Their shattered dreams fall into dust.
I can't recall just what I'm after.
Can't recall just what we're after, no.

Oh, I can be the stranger and I will sink into those eyes.
Yes, I will be the stranger, get back all that I’ve searched for.
The stranger.
The stranger.

Broken mirror, seven years.
Well, that’s some kind of luck.
That’s some kind of luck, that’s some kind of luck.
That’s some kind of luck, that’s some kind of luck.
That’s some kind of luck, that’s some kind of luck.
That’s some kind of luck, that’s some kind of luck.

I thought you were my friend, but you are
The stranger.
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