quarta-feira, 9 de novembro de 2011



As you can see, when you look at me,
I'm pieces of what I used to be.
It's easier when you don't see me standing on my own two feet.
I'm taller when I sit here still;
you ask are all my dreams fulfilled.
Nothing's what it seems to be
I'm a replica, I'm a replica
Empty shell inside of me
I'm not myself;
I'm a replica of me...
I painted all your pictures red,
I wish I had stayed home instead.
I fall asleep and dreamed a dream;
I'm floating in the silent stream.
No-one placing blame on me,
But nothing's what it seems to be…
Nothing's what it seems to be
I'm a replica, I'm a replica
Empty shell inside of me
I'm not myself,
I'm a replica…

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