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I stare at myself The whole world keeps turning I went out in the storm I felt the house burning The kiss on my lips starts to feel unfamiliar A part of me rots My skin all turns silver You tell a classic story Smothered underneath formality I'll portray the old shag carpet You can walk all over me If I turn to stone The whole world keeps turning I went out in the storm And I'm never returning From Letras Mania