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• Artiste: MARINA
• Titre: Trouble Mind
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Off she trots to the psychiatric hospit... All she's got is the memory of a girl that used to laugh a lot Now she's very angry 'cause they say she's lost the plot And she's laughing in the mirror at her paper dress Because she has a troubled mind, a troubled mind Rosie Black, she walked up in here wired up on crack It's for the kids who have low self esteem They've got no concept of reality Living their lives inside a fantasy Coz they have troubled minds, troubled minds Wipe the white golden dust into these broken hands Must depend on a friend that will understand Like the glitter making love to the gleam Just remember things aren't always what they seem Ooo... Peter Pan could not admit he had become a man He smashed the mirror into a million bits Now all he seems to do is stare and sit Painting pictures of a life that he'll never find Inside his troubled mind, troubled minds There's a sweet little guy called Mars Each night he cries, this ain't the place I'm meant to be He hides his dreams deep within a wooden box He hides his secrets deep within his woolen socks Life will pass him by Inside his troubled mind, troubled minds Wipe the white golden dust into these broken hands Must depend on a friend that will understand Like the glitter making love to the gleam Just remember things aren't always what they seem We can kill for the dust we need to fill these hands Can't depend on a friend that will understand Hate the glitter, we have murdered the dream Just remember things are always what they seem Ooo...