I need a mirror In the eyes of a man. I need no protection From my bullet-proof plan.
I´ve got a ticket For all that I lack. You might think that I´m always gone But I know that I´m coming back.
Sit at my table Sip from my bowl. Feel like I know you now And I will do until I get old.
You might not see me But trust that I´ll stay. But there´s no sense in traveling If we´ve already been that way.
Night is a matter Hidden in grass Bite like a light Depends on the ways To see how long it lasts
But you know better You stand your ground Might just stain a little But she knows you´re sticking around
The beauty of uncertainty...
Ooh... Ahh, ooh...
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