Mirage lyrics
Footsteps cross the schoolyard,
Holding hands with a mirage. You don't listen, You do not exist. Image of a suggestion, The broken ball in question. Through shattered mirror, Enter caravan. New mirage, mirage It seems to me. Or maybe stop feeling You do not exist. Train tracks through the desert Sad eyes, little puppet You don't listen, You do not exist. Happy not to notice. The room retracts the focus, Where you cannot see. Reflections from within. New mirage, mirage It seems to me. Or maybe stop seeing. You do not exist. Or maybe stop feeling. Holding hands with a mirage Holding hands with a mirage Holding hands with a mirage Holding hands with a mirage Holding hands with a mirage Holding hands with a mirage Holding hands with a mirage Holding hands with a mirage
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