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daybreak's moans, like telephonesrear-view mirror says you are alonestrangers treat you like angels tripping on credibility back homesilhouette of a science leavesto boil in our breathless breezeand i know that i will be just fineeven though you'll still come to mindfrom time to timenight creeps in on a winter's skinyou've been turned off like a television places, faces, making traces of your next kinmeditation on the day, motivation begins to sink inand i know that i will be just fineeven though you'll still come to mindfrom time to timecrows feet call from murder of eyes, i believe we'll dienot tonightand i know that i will be just fineeven though you'll still come to mindfrom time to time From Letras Mania