The Mirror lyrics

Artist  : David Bowie 
Song : The Mirror



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Wash your face before your faded make-up makes a
mark
The mirror will watch over you
Pierrot never comes so pack your face and chase
the dark
The mirror`s hung up on you
Don`t be last, your friends and your reflection
It`s all so direction now
Poor Harlequin, you`re quite an exception
Fay troubadour, on a downer
Gay Harlequin, doesn`t believe in you
Doesn`t believe it`s true, such a downer.