David Bowie - The Mirror lyrics

[David Bowie - The Mirror lyrics]

Wash your face before your faded
Make-up makes a mark
The mirror will watch over you
Pierrot never comes so pack your
Face and chase the dark
The mirror's hung up on you don't be last
Your friends and your reflection
It's all so direction now
Poor Harlequin, you're quite an exception
Fay troubadour, on a downer
Gay Harlequin, doesn't believe in you
Doesn't believe it's true, such a downer

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