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The moon is calling The seas are calling Now I cannot sleep They're saying something Signals from the deep I read it somewhere That we will be Burning in the heat Hard to believe but I hear voices And I cannot keep it secret The computer's recursive tuner Is like a tolling of a bell Bring me up Deliver me out Take me to the door I'm not running anymore I want nature to be so strong Wind and rain Inky blue that goes on and on In the day I didn't plan it It wasn't habit I don't speak to trees I'm busy tracing I don't know what now Letras de cancionesLooking for relief They're saying something They're telling us something That we don't want to hear The computre's recursive tuner Is like the tolling of a bell Bring me up Deliver me out Take me to the door I'm not running anymore I want nature to be so strong Wind and rain Inky blue that goes on and on In the day (Merci à Sophie pour cettes paroles) From Letras Mania