Текст песни Bob Mould - Reflecting Pool
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I stumble through this godforsakenUncertain of the path Im takingBut along the way, I make a smileI hope where I end up might be worthwhileHolding in the breath of angerInside this old refrigeratorThose days are gone, theres more aheadSo concentrate on whats in store insteadA memory, a dream, or another crazy schemeThen I find out what I want is something inbetweenWaking and repeating my routinesWalking circles, talk in circles to meWords that tumble effortlessly from the lips of foolsOnly cloud up what I see in my reflecting poolJumping headfirst into symmetryI am splitting at the seams, hold meIn my reflecting pool / I look in my reflecting poolThis sole reflection is my own / the pool is still until the pebbles thrown