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Nora Amala – Mirrors lyrics
Weird hours paralell with the eyes of the sultan,
Dripping golden drops from the tap of the sky
Willing to lose the whisper from the teapot on the counter,
Willing to lose it all for a reason to try
Willing to lose it all for one try
Mirrors say we're crazy So does the painting of the Virgin
And the books on that shelf know better than us.
We'd share the morning afternoon dipped in a cup of steaming coffee
Keeping away our sorrows by just locking the front door
As the Sun sets in the distance we bid it goodbye and then start laughing
As it draws a golden rocket on the spotted oak floor
Drawing golden rockets on the floor
Mirrors say we're crazy So does the painting of the Virgin
And the books on that shelf know better than us.
Mirrors that say we're crazy So does the painting of that Virgin
And the books on that shelf know better than us.
Mirrors that say we're crazy
So does the painting of the Virgin
And the books on that shelf know better than us.
Mirrors say we're crazy So does the painting of the Virgin
And the books on that shelf know better than us.
Dripping golden drops from the tap of the sky
Willing to lose the whisper from the teapot on the counter,
Willing to lose it all for a reason to try
Willing to lose it all for one try
Mirrors say we're crazy So does the painting of the Virgin
And the books on that shelf know better than us.
We'd share the morning afternoon dipped in a cup of steaming coffee
Keeping away our sorrows by just locking the front door
As the Sun sets in the distance we bid it goodbye and then start laughing
As it draws a golden rocket on the spotted oak floor
Drawing golden rockets on the floor
Mirrors say we're crazy So does the painting of the Virgin
And the books on that shelf know better than us.
Mirrors that say we're crazy So does the painting of that Virgin
And the books on that shelf know better than us.
Mirrors that say we're crazy
So does the painting of the Virgin
And the books on that shelf know better than us.
Mirrors say we're crazy So does the painting of the Virgin
And the books on that shelf know better than us.
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