Seventh heaven, I stagger on
Half eleven, my senses is gone
Zig Zag walking, but on the whole
Find my way by remote control
In the mirror my reflection,
Stares at me without affection,
Or surprise
Patterns spinning on the ceiling
Empty bed and empty feeling.
Come tomorrow I'll think again
Till it's time for a drink again
Patterns spinning on the ceiling
Empty bed and empty feeling,
No surprise
In the mirror my reflection,
Stares at me without affection.
Pull your socks up, Tow the line
Like right away there's not much time
It's all worthwhile you'll find out wait and see
Endless rows of unlocked doors
Which one to pick the choice is yours
There before you stand your destiny
In the mirror my reflection,
Stares at me without affection,
Or surprise
In the mirror my reflection,
Stares at me without affection
No surprise
Patterns spinning on the ceiling
Empty bed and empty feeling
No surprise
In the mirror my reflection,
Stares at me without affection
Patterns spinning on the ceiling
Empty bed and empty feeling
In the mirror my reflection,
Stares at me without affection
Patterns spinning on the ceiling
Empty bed and empty feeling

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