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It's symptomatic, as it's something I fear Caught up in traffic, with the sun on my heels As I walk in, suffering from delusions These simple kids run with what used to be Lock myself out Just for a minute When there's a drought I turn you off Feeding your emotions Give me this for a moment How pale was the moon lit? It comes through my window as I lose it Lock myself out Just for a minute When there's a drought I turn off From Letras Mania