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David Bowie( David Robert Jones )
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The Mirror
Lyrics:David Bowie Music:David Bowie
Wash your face before your faded make-up makes a mark The mirror will watch over you Pierrot never calls so pack your face and chase the dark The mirrors hung up on you Don't be last your friends and your reflections It's autodirection now
Poor Harlequin, you're quite an exception Fade Trubadour - on a downer Gay Harlequin doesn't believe in you Doesn't believe it's true - such a downer
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