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So many things at the same time.Make me feel like, nothing at all.If i dont stop it wont catch up to meAlways going somewhere never get there.Pick your clothes of the dead treesWe can see what you seeWolfboy - it's better through closed, eyes.you let your hair grow long and your heart go cold(?)- snowI knew you a thoasand years agoWolfboy - better through closed, eyes.you let your hair grow long and your heart go cold(?)I need some -in my sleepand - Wolfboy - see through your eyesI would - out of your -- snowI knew you a thoasand years agoWolfboy - better through closed, eyes.you let your hair grow long and your heart go cold(?) From Letras Mania