Stranger In The Mirror Lyrics

	作词 : Allen
	Keep your arms open wide love, '
	Cause I'm coming home,
	I don't know where
	I am but I don't care, '
	Cause I know where
	I'm going.
	I'm going where the voices,
	In my head tell me to
	I'd walk a thousand crooked miles,
	To try to get back to you
	Chorus : Well
	I'm weary to the bone,
	As I wake here alone,
	With a pain that won't let me be
	And there's a stranger in the mirror,
	Staring back at me, ( Oh Lord, could it be, is that me ? )
	These hands are shaking in the shadows,
	Of the old morning sun
	That's dripping through the window pane,
	Lord, this feeling is second to none
	Repeat Chorus
	I can almost see your smile,
	And I can almost hear your voice
	Rising high up above,
	The flat land of
	Illinois Repeat
	Chorus

	zuo ci : Allen
	Keep your arms open wide love, '
	Cause I' m coming home,
	I don' t know where
	I am but I don' t care, '
	Cause I know where
	I' m going.
	I' m going where the voices,
	In my head tell me to
	I' d walk a thousand crooked miles,
	To try to get back to you
	Chorus : Well
	I' m weary to the bone,
	As I wake here alone,
	With a pain that won' t let me be
	And there' s a stranger in the mirror,
	Staring back at me, Oh Lord, could it be, is that me ?
	These hands are shaking in the shadows,
	Of the old morning sun
	That' s dripping through the window pane,
	Lord, this feeling is second to none
	Repeat Chorus
	I can almost see your smile,
	And I can almost hear your voice
	Rising high up above,
	The flat land of
	Illinois Repeat
	Chorus

	zuò cí : Allen
	Keep your arms open wide love, '
	Cause I' m coming home,
	I don' t know where
	I am but I don' t care, '
	Cause I know where
	I' m going.
	I' m going where the voices,
	In my head tell me to
	I' d walk a thousand crooked miles,
	To try to get back to you
	Chorus : Well
	I' m weary to the bone,
	As I wake here alone,
	With a pain that won' t let me be
	And there' s a stranger in the mirror,
	Staring back at me, Oh Lord, could it be, is that me ?
	These hands are shaking in the shadows,
	Of the old morning sun
	That' s dripping through the window pane,
	Lord, this feeling is second to none
	Repeat Chorus
	I can almost see your smile,
	And I can almost hear your voice
	Rising high up above,
	The flat land of
	Illinois Repeat
	Chorus

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