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Thinking to himself, there sits a man Stubborn although he seems, he tries to understand, Are we all faces on our phones? Or are we just getting closer? This girl is such a distraction Hope you catch on to the words that I'm writing down: I can't let go, I've tried so hard to make things seem less impossible so this is my last goodbye Well they say he's not a prophet, Don't you listen to them son Just keep every single thing within Your silver moon breathes hollow tunes He's out of turn too soon Are we all faces on our phones? Or are we just getting closer? This girl is just a distraction Do you love me like you say you do? Do you love me? Will you love me when you say, I do? From Letras Mania