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Going down like a diving bell 55 fathoms deep Drawing nothing from a dried out well Can't gather me to myself Nothing of myself I wanna keep Through a landscape ill-defined Ground shifts beneath my feet No lock or door stays untried Can't gather me to myself Nothing of myself I wanna keep Living with a memory of the flame A flame of fractured light Wonderin' why she backed away Just when the storm, the storm Was at its height Feeling like a burned-out car Sitting on forgotten street Broken pieces is how things are Can't gather me to myself Nothing of myself I wanna keep Living with a memory of the flame A flame of fractured light Wonderin' why she backed away Just when the storm, the storm Was at its height From Letras Mania