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You're slowly coming down from the midnight wish Afternoon slowing down grass sticking to the inside of your legs You're staring at the clouds a mile from your apartment A part of something Watch you lay your head Sitting on bricks in Philadelphia Taking another walk You're all blacked out but you're walking the line An aging voice of closeness pouring out from the line A toe-toucher from another time Watch you lay your head Sitting on bricks in Philadelphia Taking another walk From Letras Mania