la bola de cristal

- now i was the first to believe i’d made you part of my musical dream but your thanks to me came without an apology

- life seems so much slower with your toothbrush by the mirror, can i make it any clearer?

- i’m under your curse now but i call it compromise

- always taking a bow, always working the crowd, always breaking new ground, always playing the clown; who’ll be taking sticking it up, who’ll be staying around when the lights go down?

- and when we meet, which i’m sure we will, all that was there will be there still, i’ll let it pass and hold my tongue and you will think that i moved on

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