Pete Philly

Pete Philly - Mirror songtekst

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Sweet, sweet mirror 
I'm drawn into promised shades
Gain some clarity and so full plan of shades 
Break the mirror sharp egdes shock the referee

Thruth be told any soldier stands alarmed
An infant just fighting to get home
Seeking the warmth but the tomb awaits us all

Just a fly on a watertap at the street 
A far cry from fighting in the street
While we try to set the spirits free
We flee from the truth cause it's 
Easiest thing to(do)..

Sweet, sweet mirror 
I'm drawn into promised shades
Gain some clarity and so full plan of shades 
Break it, to edges and edges of yeah
I can see that clear my true 
Even if thats a sque
And I know you see it too

Thruth be told any soldier stands alarmed
An infant just fighting to get home
Seeking the warmth but the tomb awaits us all

Just a fly on a watertap at the street 
A far cry from fighting in the street
While we try to set the spirits free
We flee from the truth cause it's 
Easiest thing to(do)..
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Auteur: ?

Componist: ?

Publisher: Not On Label (Pete Philly Self-released)

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 2011

Taal: Engels

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Anonymous

Thursday 13th of February 2020 02:53

Hi, I noticed the lyrics were off by just a little, so I added a few adjustments!

Sweet, sweet mirror
I'm drawn to the blemishes
Gained some clarity, the soul replenishes
Break the mirror, sharp edges shank the referee.

Thruth be told any soldier stands alone,
An infant just fighting to get home.
Seeking the womb, but the tomb awaits us all.

Just a fly on a wall, a tapestry
A far cry from fighting in the street
While we try to set the spirit free,
We flee from the truth cause it's
Easiest thing to(do).

Sweet, sweet mirror
I'm drawn to the blemishes
Gained some clarity, the soul replenishes
Break it, to edges and edges, yeah
I can see that clear my true
Even if thats askew
And I know you see it too

Thruth be told any soldier stands alone,
An infant just fighting to get home
Seeking the womb, but the tomb awaits us all

Just a fly on a wall, a tapestry
A far cry from fighting in the street
While we try to set the spirit free,
We flee from the truth cause it's
Easiest thing to(do).