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One day you're going to have to face a deep dark truthful mirror | <noinclude>{{Lyrics for|Deep Dark Truthful Mirror}}</noinclude> | ||
One day you're going to have to face a deep dark truthful mirror <br> | |||
And it's going to tell you things that I still love you too much to say | And it's going to tell you things that I still love you too much to say <br> | ||
The sky was just a purple bruise, the ground was iron<br> | |||
The sky was just a purple bruise, the ground was iron | And you fell all around the town until you looked the same <br> | ||
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And you fell all around the town until you looked the same | ''(Chorus:)'' <br> | ||
The same eyes, the same lips<br> | |||
The same lie from your tongue trips <br> | |||
Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror <br> | |||
''(Chorus:)'' | Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror <br> | ||
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The same eyes, the same lips | Now the flagstone streets where the newspaper shouts <br> | ||
Ring to the boots of roustabouts<br> | |||
The same lie from your tongue trips | And you're never in any doubt, there's something happening somewhere <br> | ||
You chase down the road 'til your fingers bleed on a fiberglass tumbleweed <br> | |||
Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror | You can blow around the town, but it all shuts down the same <br> | ||
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Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror | ''(Repeat Chorus)'' <br> | ||
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So you bay for the boy in the tiger-skin trunks<br> | |||
They set him up, set him up on the stool<br> | |||
Now the flagstone streets where the newspaper shouts | He falls down, he falls down like a drunk <br> | ||
And you drink till you drool<br> | |||
Ring to the boots of roustabouts | Well, it's his story you'll flatter<br> | ||
You'll stretch him out like a saint<br> | |||
And you're never in any doubt, there's something happening somewhere | But the canvas that he splattered<br> | ||
Will be the picture that you never paint <br> | |||
You chase down the road 'til your fingers bleed on a fiberglass tumbleweed | <br> | ||
Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror<br> | |||
You can blow around the town, but it all shuts down the same | Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror<br> | ||
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A stripping puppet on a liquid stick gets into it pretty thick<br> | |||
A butterfly drinks a turtle's tears, but how do you know he really needs it? <br> | |||
''(Repeat Chorus)'' | 'Cos a butterfly feeds on a dead monkey's hand<br> | ||
Jesus wept, he felt abandoned <br> | |||
You're spellbound baby, there's no doubting that <br> | |||
Did you ever see a stare like a Persian cat? <br> | |||
So you bay for the boy in the tiger-skin trunks | <br> | ||
''(Repeat Chorus)''<br> | |||
They set him up, set him up on the stool | <br> | ||
Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror<br> | |||
He falls down, he falls down like a drunk | |||
And you drink till you drool | |||
Well, it's his story you'll flatter | |||
You'll stretch him out like a saint | |||
But the canvas that he splattered | |||
Will be the picture that you never paint | |||
Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror | |||
Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror | |||
A stripping puppet on a liquid stick gets into it pretty thick | |||
A butterfly drinks a turtle's tears, but how do you know he really needs it? | |||
'Cos a butterfly feeds on a dead monkey's hand | |||
Jesus wept, he felt abandoned | |||
You're spellbound baby, there's no doubting that | |||
Did you ever see a stare like a Persian cat? | |||
''(Repeat Chorus)'' | |||
Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror | |||
Latest revision as of 14:05, 3 May 2009
Deep Dark Truthful Mirror
One day you're going to have to face a deep dark truthful mirror
And it's going to tell you things that I still love you too much to say
The sky was just a purple bruise, the ground was iron
And you fell all around the town until you looked the same
(Chorus:)
The same eyes, the same lips
The same lie from your tongue trips
Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror
Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror
Now the flagstone streets where the newspaper shouts
Ring to the boots of roustabouts
And you're never in any doubt, there's something happening somewhere
You chase down the road 'til your fingers bleed on a fiberglass tumbleweed
You can blow around the town, but it all shuts down the same
(Repeat Chorus)
So you bay for the boy in the tiger-skin trunks
They set him up, set him up on the stool
He falls down, he falls down like a drunk
And you drink till you drool
Well, it's his story you'll flatter
You'll stretch him out like a saint
But the canvas that he splattered
Will be the picture that you never paint
Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror
Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror
A stripping puppet on a liquid stick gets into it pretty thick
A butterfly drinks a turtle's tears, but how do you know he really needs it?
'Cos a butterfly feeds on a dead monkey's hand
Jesus wept, he felt abandoned
You're spellbound baby, there's no doubting that
Did you ever see a stare like a Persian cat?
(Repeat Chorus)
Deep dark, deep dark truthful mirror
