Hear a knock on the door at my place
A coldness grips the air
Just a speck on the fortress of disgrace
So you better be prepared
We are reflections of our past
And we're heading nowhere
We are moving much too fast
And you better be aware
There's a light outside my window
It shows me my way home
But each night outside my window
There a young boy stands alone
We are reflections of our past
And we're heading nowhere
We are moving much too fast
And you better be aware
Hear a knock on the door at my place
A coldness grips the air
Just a speck on the fortress of disgrace
So you better be prepared
We are reflections of our past
And we're heading nowhere
We are moving much too fast
And you better be aware
You better be aware
Dave Schauss - Reflections of Our Past (feat. Chelsea Monday) Lyrics
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Hear a knock on the door at my place
A coldness grips the air
Just a speck on the fortress of disgrace
So you better be prepared
We are reflections of our past
And we're heading nowhere
We are moving much too fast
And you better be aware
There's a light outside my window
It shows me my way home
But each night outside my window
There a young boy stands alone
We are reflections of our past
And we're heading nowhere
We are moving much too fast
And you better be aware
Hear a knock on the door at my place
A coldness grips the air
Just a speck on the fortress of disgrace
So you better be prepared
We are reflections of our past
And we're heading nowhere
We are moving much too fast
And you better be aware
You better be aware
A coldness grips the air
Just a speck on the fortress of disgrace
So you better be prepared
We are reflections of our past
And we're heading nowhere
We are moving much too fast
And you better be aware
There's a light outside my window
It shows me my way home
But each night outside my window
There a young boy stands alone
We are reflections of our past
And we're heading nowhere
We are moving much too fast
And you better be aware
Hear a knock on the door at my place
A coldness grips the air
Just a speck on the fortress of disgrace
So you better be prepared
We are reflections of our past
And we're heading nowhere
We are moving much too fast
And you better be aware
You better be aware
Writer: Dave Schauss
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