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I'm thinking of you againas you were some papers on the floorand I'm losing myself in a guessI'm shutting down my windows and my phonemaking of every signal a soundNow, everything was going afterwardsI was losing myself within you I said "what did you ever feelto ride alone?when did you miss our callingwhen it stopped beating?" Again...falling down the higher of the roofsmaking of every slither a songNow, everything was going afterwardsand it slipped with the sound of this Turn off the page what else I saidthat you haven't missed?Taking you out of the rest I said "what did you ever feelto ride alone?when did you miss our callingwhen it stopped beating?" Lost in the rhythmThe dust in this town is you From Letras Mania