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the trains are coming to a close coinciding with us i suppose i have a hard time understanding you sometimes and the way that you look at me, incidentally is the same as it used to be and sometimes i wonder if fate is playing mind games with me coincidences are shattering and the bells of the church beside my house i don't hear them anymore but you say, that's 'cause i am fading fast fading away i am losing observations are fabricated and circumstances, they block your words i ofter think of melodies to remind me so i stand with my arms outstretched and my silouhette is rough around the edges and you laugh at me have you ever taken me seriously From Letras Mania