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I was in step, I was entitled to part of the words said over my shoulder oh the season I had, oh the season you had with me burning away tell the postman I forget everything I can tell the postman we're burning like we never have before well I was on time I was invited but somehow unwanted over your shoulder and all the poems that I know convince me to just go Letras de cancionesso take your silence, next to my head and cut your confidence from these questions asked these questions asked, all these questions asked tell the postman, he knows we're burning like we never have before From Letras Mania