23 November 2007
tråk
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, Worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going no where, Going no where
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression,
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So far away.
It's growing colder without your love.
Why can't you feel me calling your name?
Can't break the silence, It's breaking me.
All my fears turn to rage.
And I'm alone now, me
And all
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