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Oh how I wander through the days Breaths and books I saw someplace Was afraid to see your face Thought it'd turn into a crashing sound That filled my ears All the passengers are here I see the way they crumple up And finally prepare themselves To be all of the things they must become Oh how I stumble through the night Drank a bit I saw some fights Was afraid to hear your name Thought it'd turn into a crashing sound That filled my ears All the passengers are here I see the way they crumple up And finally prepare themselves To be all of the things they must become From Letras Mania