Amongst the crowd A senseless search Close enough to touch Yet far enough to run
You know your hands Better than your face But no one will ever See your hands first Always in front of a mirror To better describe yourself
Amongst the crowd A senseless search Close enough to touch
Person-A Looking at you Every minute of every day The rules are carved into stone You just have to play Don't need your own reality No way, no pray Forget about pure inner-self That's what I say
You know your hands Better than your face
Guess who I am Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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