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Moving too slowly, follow the lonely
Down to where the city shakes
And losing direction, losing affection
For the gems and all the fakes
I pull at my shirt and I pull at my shirt
And stare away that distant ache

In another life
Only time disappears
I’m fading like the radio
But the song remains the closest thing to me

A minor discretion to feed the rejection
Of the games the others play
Too many places, painted faces
To figure out a better way
I need a new feature and take a new picture
To hang up high, to hang up high

In another life
Only time disappears
I’m fading like the radio
But that song remains the closest thing to me

Oh, where the shadows have no tears

Text přidala JesseVampire

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