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Off she trots to the psychiatric hospit...
All she's got is the memory of a girl that used to laugh a lot
Now she's very angry cause they say she's lost the plot
And she's laughing in the mirror at her paper dress
Cause she has a troubled mind a troubled mind
Rosie Black she walked up in here wired up on crack
It's for the kids who have low self esteem
They've got no concept of reality
Living their lives inside a fantasy
Cause they have troubled minds troubled minds
Wipe the white golden dust into these broken hands
Must depend on a friend that will understand
Like the glitter making love to the gleam
Just remember things aren't always what they seem
Ooh...
Peter Pan could not admit he had become a man
He smashed the mirror into a million bits
Now all he seems to do is stare and sit
Painting pictures of a life that he'll never find
Inside his troubled mind troubled minds
There's a sweet little guy called Mars
Each night he cries this ain't the place I'm meant to be
He hides his dreams deep within a wooden box
He hides his secrets deep within his woolen socks
Life will pass him by
Inside his troubled mind troubled minds
Wipe the white golden dust into these broken hands
Must depend on a friend that will understand
Like the glitter making love to the gleam
Just remember things aren't always what they seem
We can kill for the dust we need to fill these hands
Can't depend on a friend that will understand
Hate the glitter we have murdered the dream
Just remember things aren't always what they seem
Ooh...
Thanks guys!
(moins de barrés)