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Slain promises, promises In my bedTo be correct, I'm looking for a clean space to rest my headNo attachment, noneTo the number that I called on that Plain NightIt's gone, It's goneWell I can see that you might thinkThat it's still open to youThe line is drawn on that black shirtKnock, knock, knocking it down to my levelKnock, knock, knocking it down to my levelSlain promises, promisesBack to the 3rd floorYou see the left, the city lights are blindingBy the sheets to the frontNo attachment, noneTo the number that I called on that plain nightIt's gone, It's goneWell I can see that you might thinkThat it's still open to youThe line is drawn on that black shirtLetras de cancionesKnock, knock, knocking it down to my levelKnock, knock, knocking it down to my levelWell I can see that you might thinkThat it's still open to youThe line is drawn on that black shirtKnock, knock, knocking it down to my levelKnock, knock, knocking it down to my level From Letras Mania