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Look at my hands They are tightened by the fear of doing wrong My mouth is shut Weakened by the fear of being misunderstood We're strangers on the phone Safe when we're alone Hang up and say goodnight Give in without a fight Awake in me Sleeping Beauty The comfort of leaving and letting go The passion of walking away And I will do it A pocket full of hope Destination anywhere Where do I have to get off? Watched the trees passing by At the moment when a sillhouette Stepped right into the door From Letras Mania