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Words are fun and games The silence speaks of pain I read aloud because you asked me to And you fell asleep and then the silence grew Silent room Tried to not belong Some think you've done me wrong 'Cause I'm not your ghost and I never was But you didn't ask Wrapped up in your womb Wanderlust, wanderlust Wanderlust Fever… one last thing Before you take me in... Did I make her laugh? Or was it just pretend? Was she being kind? Yes, she was kinder then, in Berlin From Letras Mania