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Smoke, Smoke, Smoke That Cigarette! (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! (Tex Williams) · Smoke & Mirrors (Lifehouse) · Smoke 'N' Mirrors [Bonus Track] (Lee Ritenour) · Smoke 'N' Mirrors (Lee Ritenour) · Smoke & Mirrors [Bonus DVD] (The Datsuns) · Smoke 'N' Mirrors (Lee Ritenour) · Smoke + Mirrors [Bonus Tracks] (Imagine Dragons) · Smoke + Mirrors [Deluxe Edition] [LP] (Imagine Dragons) · Smoke & Mirrors (Lifehouse) – and 90 other albums »


[Chorus:]
No more sorrows
(smoke and mirrors)
No more nights with no end
(I really learned a lot, smoke and mirrors)
I see my tomorrows

And nothing
the midnight as it slowly cloaks my eyes
Touched by the kiss of the sunrise
Live with shadows and fears--behind smoke and mirrors
Try to turn back
Live like our own video
What luck to have another turn
High in Victorian England
Away from the smoke and the fire

The mirror you'll see,
Has
Lookin' at me now I can see my past
Damn I look just like my fuckin' dad
Light it up, that's smoke at mirrors
I even look good in the broken mirror
I see my
Someone else's world goes by
As my train runs through this night
Someone else's rain comes down
But no rain can touch me now

Smoke and mirrors
The smoke swirls up and then it dies

Would you like my mask?
Would you like my mirror?
Cries the man in the shadowing hood
You can look at yourself
You
loaded mysteries
The color of your sympathies

My words cannot express your awful loveliness
So come with me through smoke and mirrors
We'll bring our
Let's tell the future
Let's see how it's been done.
By numbers. By mirrors. By water.
By dots made at random on paper.

By salt. By dice.
By
by little
I’m getting there
I can finally stand the man in the mirror I see
I ain’t as good as I’m gonna get
But I’m better than I used to be

I ain't
cleanin up my act, little by little
I’m getting there
I can finally stand the man in the mirror I see
I ain’t as good as I’m gonna get
But I’m better
all comes down into
Is breaking up two by two
I will carry in my heart

Baby you are my ray of hope 
In these smoke and mirrors
You my land ho
Exiled from the memory of men

The strategies of war through a universe of grief
Ad the city of mirrors wiped out by the wind

Through
And now I'm with my niggas,
It's everything that glitters, and they know
And all the smoke get high, high, high
Just another day, get by, get by, get by
For their last goodbyes

It's always this way
Everytime
You're passing me by

On days like these
Walk to the sea
It's too hard to find
Mirrors
Looking at me now I can see my past
Damn, I look just like my fucking dad
Light it up, that's smoke in mirrors
I even look good in the broken mirror
I
Eyes that tell me "Baby, you don't need no invitation"
Let me smoke another cigarette before I make a move
I can see me in the morning; losing my
sittin' out a few more dances with the devil 
And cleanin' up my act little by little 
I'm gettin' there 
I can finally stand the man in the mirror I see
troll
And what's extinct might come alive
A purple smoke in some internal shrine

With a long sigh let the hissing in
Stones deformed by gentle
I've been searching day by day
Trying to find another way
To get around it.
I can take any pill I want, but still there's no other way
To get
he'd sit alone and smoke
I'd see his frown behind the lighters flame
Now that same frowns in my mirror
I got my daddy's blood inside my veins.
tonight

Out there table dancing
In the city that eats the sky
Out there table dancing
In the city that eats the sky

And it's love by mirrors
Save your best moves. It gets weird
Billions of cops, smoke and mirrors
Carrying creed cards we all race for death
Hope to be saved by our next
yeah you're looking right through me.
And please, be wise, it's easy to be fooled by your own eyes baby, your eyes

Don't let smoke and mirrors make
I'm gonna smoke weed for the rest of my life you can find me postin on my porch
Tokin my pipe-I'm gonna smoke weed for the rest of my life see some
got too heavy

I always thought I'd be a heap of metal
And a cloud of smoke, foot stuck to the pedal
Sold for parts like a junkyard rusted-out Chevy