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In my mind's eye nothing's moving |
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Life's unchanging, it's almost soothing |
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And in my mind's eye I have this painting |
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A self portrait which lies in waiting |
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The back to front image looks back in my face |
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With a million lines that just seem out of place with the lie |
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In my mind's eye |
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Motorbike roars and guitars screaming |
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Festival's haze don't stop me dreaming |
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Quietly jump into shoes oh so old |
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With prosthetic addons to comfort my souls in the lie |
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In my mind's eye |
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More sonatas and more concertos |
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More recitals and more cheap death throes |
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Out in a dream world of fortune and fame |
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Where no-one around me can even remember my name |
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In my mind's eye |
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We see ourselves as what we want |
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The Mirror will oblige! |
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Wise man, young kid, rebel youth |
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But all of the truth's behind the lies |
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In my mind's Eye! |
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Out in a dream world of fortune and fame |
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Where no-one around me can even spell my name |
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Tell my mind's eye |
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In my mind's eye! |
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We see ourselves as what we want |
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The Mirror will oblige! |
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Wise man, young kid, rebel youth |
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But all of the truth's behind the lies |
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All of the truth's behind our lies |
