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it's a ghost town, dreaming in footprints can't leave a healthy well, so poisen and escape the soundtrack for then is a taxi for now cover up with the shadows, sleeping on the floor Goddamn, I wish I a little bit smarter to be the futurebound, we'll try rewound I wish I a little bit smarter, I wish I was... can I be her true love, a concertrator? and a circuit in your lullaby, a conferencing enemy From Letras Mania