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So I walk, yeah, I walk this street downTo where I left him lost and confusedCounting steps, counting 1-2-3-4Random thought; measure my distance to youOh, it still burns, the strongest recollection of a cold dark night with youThe night the world stopped turningI lost my connection with whatever real life means to youSo I talk, yeah, I talk to myselfThe kinda talk I really should have had with youBut since you don't respond when I yellI'm thinking I'm a better listener than youOh, it still burns, the strongest recollection of a cold dark night with youThe night the world stopped turningI lost my connection with whatever real life means to youI'll be fine, never been betterI've got so much time on my handsI have wine and you've got herI really wouldn't mind us being friends From Letras Mania