I had this image of you. You had this image of me. And your image would talk to my image. And my image would talk to your image. And somewhere along the way. Our image sort of let each other
tiSpitting Games. arSnow Patrol. al. 00-2. 00Snow Patrol - Spitting Games. 00-1. 00. I broke into your house last night. And left a note at your bedside. I'm far too shy to speak to you at school
We were spitting venom. At most everyone we know. If the damned gave us a road map. Then we'd know just were to go Now let it drop. Let it all drop. Let it all drop. Oh, let it all fall off
must have been to the color of my hair The public image What you wanted was never made clear. Behind the image was ignorance and fear. You hide behind his public machine. You still follow same old
unlock the door. I might make mistakes I made them before. Think I hear about my life as a book. Think I rather forget but they forced me to look. Cher. CHORUS. (Mirror image, mirror image). If it isn't in
Song Shattered Image - Dolly Parton. I used to sit for hours as a kid. And dangle my feet from an old flat bridge. Seeing myself in the water below. Shatter my image with the rocks I'd throw. Shatter
You left me wearing nothing but a shell. You left me wearing nothing but a shell This feeling you've left me. Is the image of hell I thought that you loved me. Ah, but then I never could tell I
We're more than carbon,. And chemicals. We are the image of the invisible. Free will is our's and,. We can't let go. We are the image of the invisible. We can't allow this,. The quiet cull
(Yeah, Yeah, uh). It's such a filthy game. Such a dirty game. The game don't eva change. My image is everything Chorus. You know my image as a pimp, it can be kind of hard to ignore. Because of
there's a cross on the hill the holy image lies. I've opened my mind but this dream is still real. You don't need to worry I'm just fine I've just lost my mind. Yeah. . Tell me it's over cos I don't
tiSpitting Games. arSnow Patrol. al. 00-2. 00Snow Patrol - Spitting Games. 00-1. 00. I broke into your house last night. And left a note at your bedside. I'm far too shy to speak to you at school
must have been to the color of my hair The public image What you wanted was never made clear. Behind the image was ignorance and fear. You hide behind his public machine. You still follow same old
