Текст (слова) песни: The Fatima Mansions - Thursday
The windows watch me wait for you Mirror mirror, mirror mirror I`ve seen a world beyond their view Mirror mirror, mirror mirror Of course the night times are the worst Of course I burn with an evil burst You exist so I am cursed Mirror mirror, mirror mirror Mirror mirror, mirror mirror
I`ll be good `till Thursday comes The world will think I never had an idea that could drive me mad I`ll be good `till Thursday comes then burn all good away
I weed my house, I wash my trees Mirror mirror, mirror mirror I cross my legs in front of me Mirror mirror, mirror mirror I tingle at the thought of you Is this what the humans do? My childish words just don`t ring true See ya later, great dictator In a while, [nadaphile?]
I`ll be good `till Thursday comes Well, unless I am misleading you You shine me up and make me new I`ll be good `till Thursday comes and wish I never did say
I`ll be good `till Thursday comes It`s such a lot of fun to watch the liar I`ve become but I`ll be good `till Thursday comes and burn all good away
Ahh....dream of this, my lover Ahh....dream of this, my lover I am your lover now
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