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Looking for some conversation Thank God there's no one here Interjection makes me weak Looking for an explanation On why it's so unclear How my days have grown so bleak Last rights, my settlement Bestows its empty threats on all But no one's here Left for dead in isolation The minutes seem like years I'm a past tense so I hear Left for dead, I complain I'm the one who caused this pain My selfishness will be the death of me Last rights, my settlement Bestows its empty threats on all But no one's here I fear my days have complicated My affliction has immigrated From the surface, to the bone To this tattered soul Letras de cancionesAnd I fear that it's contagious And I fear its consequences But I know it's just loneliness And that's all Looking for some conversation Thank God there's no one here Interjection makes me weak Looking for an explanation On why it's so unclear How my days have grown so bleak Last rights, my settlement Bestows its empty threats on all But no one's here From Letras Mania