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I'm letting go To see if you hold onto me I'm in doubt of what is thought and what is real In our room Between the shapes I thought I knew A guilty... A pillow of feathers like snow I've come to listening post be on your lines I'm all ears to gather clues and look for signs But I can't hear the song you sing While you try to soothe Why are you whispering while the bombs are falling? Go easy on me; I can't help what I'm doing Go easy on me; you can't help what I'm doing Hello again Where did you, where have you been? Oh renegade, you came back from the labirinth You're like me: you've looked for things that could be found and the threat But guide though black times Go easy on me; I can't help what I'm doing Go easy on me; you can't help what I'm doing other thoughts, out of number, spoken words In the early hours we failed to establish Who was hurt, lost. From Letras Mania