Novelists - A travers le miroir

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^EmShe imprisoned my soul in a bottle ^CLike a firefly ^DAnd threw it again to the f^Aire

^EmShe drew me that life on a v^Cacant canvas But she's g^Done with its c^Aolors ^EmWe're playing a duet But the mel^Cody of melancholy seems to ^Dbe the only th^Aing we share

^EmTell me the secrets of her fa^Cntasy How could I believe in this he^Daven that she prom^Aises?

^CShe's calling my name in my ^Ddreams I can't hide ^COh she's in the walls, and she^D never falls asleep ^CI feel her presence In these s^Dtreets, in my house In these t^Choughts that I have With her c^Dloak and her big black ^Emscy^Cth^De ^A

^EmThis sharp taste of iron doesn't ^Creally leave (Never really leaves) ^DLike calling her ghost through the ^Amirror ^EmI'm painting my life on this va^Ccant canvas with my o^Dwn bl^Aood

^CShe's calling my name in my d^Dreams I can't hide ^COh she's in the walls, and she ne^Dver falls asleep ^CI feel her presence In these str^Deets, in my house In these tho^Cughts that I have With her clo^Dak and her big black scy^Cthe

^DI'm calling her ghost through the m^Cirror Oh I kn^Dow that I just can't h^Cide