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Array ( [sid] => 126313 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Back of the Mirror [time] => 2006-09-28 13:57:29 [hometext] => [bodytext] => It's something different at the edge of the room
Like a hurricane when the season comes too soon

You never were too punctual and it seemed so right
The bathroom's dark and I don't feel like changing the light

I hate to see you drowning in heartache
Tell me how to fix it and I swear every rule I'll break

Beautiful baby, memory serves you well
Pretty little lady, my conscience burns like hell

We can make it if we try
You always love it when I tell a lie

Who's that behind the mirror
I want to be distinct but the world won't get clearer

What a greedy little bastard, forsaking until the very end
I love you, I miss you, long lost friend [comments] => 0 [counter] => 149 [topic] => 48 [informant] => Exodus [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )

Back of the Mirror

Contributed by Exodus on Thursday, 28th September 2006 @ 01:57:29 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

It's something different at the edge of the room
Like a hurricane when the season comes too soon

You never were too punctual and it seemed so right
The bathroom's dark and I don't feel like changing the light

I hate to see you drowning in heartache
Tell me how to fix it and I swear every rule I'll break

Beautiful baby, memory serves you well
Pretty little lady, my conscience burns like hell

We can make it if we try
You always love it when I tell a lie

Who's that behind the mirror
I want to be distinct but the world won't get clearer

What a greedy little bastard, forsaking until the very end
I love you, I miss you, long lost friend

Copyright © Exodus ... [ 2006-09-28 13:57:29]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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