Um, there's something in those eyes A thing you can't define Two burnt-out blackened holes
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All full of dying A twisted little mind Scheme and telling lies Showing you the trails You never thought you'd find If you wake when you are sleeping Pray the Lord your soul to keep Through the gateways of the unknown The black holes of the mind Dark places, strange faces When you cross the line Lost your way, lost yourself And dream became what's real A broken soul, a heart as black as coal Afraid of what you'd find If you talked to Mr. Hyde Looked into your eyes And saw a liar In the mirror glass A dead hand of the past The double-face of you That never dropped the mask Come alive when you are dreaming Pray the Lord your soul to keep Through the gateways of the unknown The black holes of the mind Dark places, strange faces When you cross the line Lost your way, lost yourself And dream became what's real A broken soul, a heart as black as coal Whoa Through the gateways of the unknown The black holes of the mind Dark places, strange faces When you cross the line Lost your way, lost yourself And dream became what's real A broken soul, a heart as black as coalTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
