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TV Queen. Putting clothes on. A felt red dress and her stockings. And when you walk out of that box, and out of that screen, you're into me. No, that's not right. I got so lost trying know you. Trying to touch you. Trying to. In a black room. Is this no face? Is this nobody that I'm seeing? Those dead eyes. The closest I can ever get to you. The real you. No, that's not right. I got so lost trying to know you. Trying to touch you. Trying to. From Letras Mania