10.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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