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I burned a phone book last nightAnd watched the town go up in flamesI thought of people I won't meetAs the breeze took away the faceless namesEverything is moving way too fastWhen did the skeletons in my closet becomeThe ghosts of my past?Little bones turn to dust andI could swear that the clock faces were mocking usEveryday people walk these streetsNever guessing that there's stories beneath their feetI walk a fine dotted line between witty and insecureAnd you hold your head highAnd drag your confidence across the floorWhat an odd pair we make'Cause your looks'd make time stopAnd mine would make it do a double takeBut unfortunately little bones turn to dust andI could swear that the clock faces were mocking usEveryday people walk these streetsNever guessing that there's stories beneath their feetLetras de cancionesLittle bones turn to dust andI could swear that the clock faces were mocking usEveryday people walk these streetsNever guessing that there's stories beneath their feet From Letras Mania