Reflections On A Broken Mirror Lyrics
| Song | Reflections On A Broken Mirror |
| Artist | Chris Robinson Brotherhood |
| Album | 2014-04-18 Winston Salem, NC |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Big gun powder and the Glasgow girl | |
| Our lady of the highway with a string of pearls | |
| Well I aint no modern masterpiece | |
| New surrealist movement in the key of G | |
| Oooh, ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
| Oooh, ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
| Well my baby loves me like an auto-harp | |
| You see she plucks my mind and she strums my heart | |
| We’re both victims of gravity | |
| She’ll never fly away from me | |
| Well you can tell by looking I’m not like the rest | |
| Sometimes a broken mirror, reflects back the best | |
| Well look inside my Chinese box | |
| You have the key to every lock | |
| It’s made of old chestnut and a lacquer top | |
| Well once you stop you can never stop | |
| Oooh, ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
| Oooh, ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
| Well you can tell by looking I’m not like the rest | |
| Sometimes a broken mirror, reflects back the best | |
| A vagabond child, has come back home | |
| A walk through the clouds, in a sky the color of stone |
| Big gun powder and the Glasgow girl | |
| Our lady of the highway with a string of pearls | |
| Well I aint no modern masterpiece | |
| New surrealist movement in the key of G | |
| Oooh, ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
| Oooh, ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
| Well my baby loves me like an autoharp | |
| You see she plucks my mind and she strums my heart | |
| We' re both victims of gravity | |
| She' ll never fly away from me | |
| Well you can tell by looking I' m not like the rest | |
| Sometimes a broken mirror, reflects back the best | |
| Well look inside my Chinese box | |
| You have the key to every lock | |
| It' s made of old chestnut and a lacquer top | |
| Well once you stop you can never stop | |
| Oooh, ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
| Oooh, ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
| Well you can tell by looking I' m not like the rest | |
| Sometimes a broken mirror, reflects back the best | |
| A vagabond child, has come back home | |
| A walk through the clouds, in a sky the color of stone |
| Big gun powder and the Glasgow girl | |
| Our lady of the highway with a string of pearls | |
| Well I aint no modern masterpiece | |
| New surrealist movement in the key of G | |
| Oooh, ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
| Oooh, ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
| Well my baby loves me like an autoharp | |
| You see she plucks my mind and she strums my heart | |
| We' re both victims of gravity | |
| She' ll never fly away from me | |
| Well you can tell by looking I' m not like the rest | |
| Sometimes a broken mirror, reflects back the best | |
| Well look inside my Chinese box | |
| You have the key to every lock | |
| It' s made of old chestnut and a lacquer top | |
| Well once you stop you can never stop | |
| Oooh, ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
| Oooh, ooh ooh ooh oooh | |
| Well you can tell by looking I' m not like the rest | |
| Sometimes a broken mirror, reflects back the best | |
| A vagabond child, has come back home | |
| A walk through the clouds, in a sky the color of stone |
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