The Perfect (In a Mirror ) Songtext
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A dream is never worth the dream of being known
Inside dreams never come true 'til the day he dies
Victimizes himself, cries for lord for the lucid love.
It's gotta be many secrets, he's blessed with the plague and singing a song
It's all about giving and moving along
Now it's love what is this?
The dream is never worth the dream of being known
Inside it'll never come true 'til the day he dies
Victimizes himself, cries for lord for the lucid love...
Yeah,Yeah...Yeah,Yeah
The Perfect, the beautiful
With breath like the sky, has a moon for the heart
And it's well known that he's too late
Like the burnen of Atlus it's the poison we drink
For he's living in a world
For doing it for the reason why
Charles denise exchange
The thread were grasped far he made
This dream is not what
The dream since he knows
Inside Dreams never come true, till the day he dies
That I feel so loved
Dreams of eyes and jelouse stare
The dream is never worth the dream of being known Inside it will never come true til the day he dies
Victimizes himself, cries for lord for the lucid love.
[some whispers]
The Perfect, the beautiful,
With breath like the sky has a moon for the heart
And it's well known that he's too late
Like the burnen of atlus it's the poison we drink
The Perfect, the beautiful,
With breath like the sky has a moon for the heart
And it's well known that he's too late
Like the burnen of atlus it's the poison we drink
The Perfect, the beautiful,
Breath like the sky has a moon for the heart
And it's well known that he's too late
Like the burnen of atlus it's the poison we drink
Inside dreams never come true 'til the day he dies
Victimizes himself, cries for lord for the lucid love.
It's gotta be many secrets, he's blessed with the plague and singing a song
It's all about giving and moving along
Now it's love what is this?
The dream is never worth the dream of being known
Inside it'll never come true 'til the day he dies
Victimizes himself, cries for lord for the lucid love...
Yeah,Yeah...Yeah,Yeah
The Perfect, the beautiful
With breath like the sky, has a moon for the heart
And it's well known that he's too late
Like the burnen of Atlus it's the poison we drink
For he's living in a world
For doing it for the reason why
Charles denise exchange
The thread were grasped far he made
This dream is not what
The dream since he knows
Inside Dreams never come true, till the day he dies
That I feel so loved
Dreams of eyes and jelouse stare
The dream is never worth the dream of being known Inside it will never come true til the day he dies
Victimizes himself, cries for lord for the lucid love.
[some whispers]
The Perfect, the beautiful,
With breath like the sky has a moon for the heart
And it's well known that he's too late
Like the burnen of atlus it's the poison we drink
The Perfect, the beautiful,
With breath like the sky has a moon for the heart
And it's well known that he's too late
Like the burnen of atlus it's the poison we drink
The Perfect, the beautiful,
Breath like the sky has a moon for the heart
And it's well known that he's too late
Like the burnen of atlus it's the poison we drink
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