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It's so hard to spell my friends' names when i'm in panic It's so hard to turn the lights on too, falling into pieces on the floor The same place where i was supposed to dance with you... Maybe i'm wrong, but where did you get that smile from? Is there anyone left there for me? I need it more than air to breathe now... My last minute in hell is still the only minute i can remember... Late at night is when i talk with angels and i can hear the beating of their wings, crossing the sky as if it was... ...the ocean. From Letras Mania