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it's me and a roomand so many things to dobut I just sit here with my head in my hands fall is marching insadness comes alonghow come I get lostso easily guess I'm looking for a roombetween the lineswhere I can sitwhere I can cryfor no apparent reason fall is marching inand I'm drawing backI put the world on holdI put my hands in the air this doesn't take me anywherethis doesn't take me anywherethis doesn't take me anywhere your image has gotten blurrysince I'm hiding down herewhen will you comeand make us reappear From Letras Mania