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I hear the circus behind the curtain of our window, our windowThe snow has circled, the fog has echoed our names, our namesAnd I've forgotten who I belong to, I belong toI sleep too often, I sleep too often to drag through this dayI sleep too often, I sleep too often - when will I awake?I have no excuse for it, but still I write out our namesStill I write out our namesI know I've fallen, I know I've fallen away, awayI know I've fallen, I know I've fallen away, away From Letras Mania