Marina and the Diamonds - Troubled Mind
Előadó: | Marina and the Diamonds |
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Megtekintve: Ma 1, összesen 820 alkalommal
Dalszöveg
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
Wipe the white golden dust into these broken hands
Must depend on a friend that will understands
Like the glitter making love to the gleam
Just remember things aren't always what they seem
Oooh... Oooh....
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 finds
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 are always what they seem
Oooh... Oooh
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
Wipe the white golden dust into these broken hands
Must depend on a friend that will understands
Like the glitter making love to the gleam
Just remember things aren't always what they seem
Oooh... Oooh....
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 finds
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 are always what they seem
Oooh... Oooh
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