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I am starting to sense your locationYou are somewhere in the atticLooking something close to tragicDating t-shirts and your mattressI'm floating on the stairwellWith my toes grazed in the cedarThinking softly would a tender box leave them in...And what a flammable heart I've been givenYou could be in several different placesI am sensing your locationI am starting to sense your locationYou are somewhere in the basementBeating on a makeshift drum kitSongs that I can hardly stomachI'm floating on the stairwellWith my fingers shaking franticThinking softly what a concrete mess we live in...And what a ice box heart I've been givenYou could be in several different placesI am sensing your locationYou could be in several different placesI am starting to sense your locale nowLetras de cancionesI am to starting to sense your locationIn an alternate dimensionIn a country side of EnglandSpirits trapped inside the linensAnd you're feeling quite at home thereAlso feeling somewhat lonelyNo one sees you in your pixelated fish netsAnd your black and orange beretYou could be in several different placesI am sensing your locationYou could be in several different placesI am starting to sense your locale nowOh please believe the ghost in meIs doing what I can to find you out From Letras Mania