Look to the other side, reach the undefined Curious to what she doesn't know Step through the empty air, reveal what wasn't there A fantasy-her looking glass
undefined Curious to what she doesn't know Step through the empty air, reveal what wasn't there A fantasy-her looking glass world Is it as it seems?
side, reach the undefined Curious to what she doesn't know Step through the empty air, reveal what wasn't there A fantasy-her looking glass world Is
Translation: Symphony X. Through The Looking Glass.
Curious to what she doesn't know Step through the empty air, reveal what wasn't there A fantasy-her looking glass world Is it as it seems? Or just a
, reach the undefined Curious to what she doesn't know Step through the empty air, reveal what wasn't there A fantasy-her looking glass world Is it as
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to myself, "think fast, game, but don't insult her." I had to be cool because the girl had class, I can tell she was cultured I made my spill: tickets to the symphony
Missin the game, damn bitch it's written in plain ebonics So shake that come-up off you brain and do the knowledge Mia X, kickin off the ghetto symphony
Shattered dreams lay next to broken glass I wonder if tonight will be my last I need an angel who can rescue me To save me from my mental symphony
Don't lie to me, I've seen everything I need And I've heard all the requests like a symphony of thieves Don't cry for me, I don't need your sympathy I
got it all yeah I got it all I got it aaaalll ow I got it all Every time, I hear my name, it sounds like a symphony I'm a fine glass of wine gettin
You're a painting with symbols deep, symphony Soft as it shifts from dark beneath A poem that flows, caressing my skin In all of these things you reside
The rain auditions at my window Its symphony echoes in my womb My gaze scans the walls of this apartment To rectify the confines of my tomb I'm the cyclops
Irridescent eyes of the seahorse rise Treasure she loves Others dispise A shooting star shan't fall very far Dim fireflies held in glass jars April showers
move you compose a symphony Plead to everyone, "See the art in me" See the art in me See the art in me Broken stained glass windows, the fragments ramble