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I wanna call you and suddenly hang up the phone |
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Just to feel those brave winds inside me going on |
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And that's all I need and you're just calling back |
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My rusty fingers scratch my weak falling neck |
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Look how easy I am, am I just a cheap one? |
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That you can have your secret song just whispering on the phone |
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And that's all I need, that's my floor and stairs |
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That's my blood in tracks, that's my water and air |
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So, pass the time we are waiting |
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Here goes the life I am playing |
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Here goes another secret song, |
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That's me playing my dry freezing tongue, |
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Here goes another boy I keep |
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And here goes another job I quit |
