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''I'm all alone,
Telephone to my ear
Dial tone surmounting,
Ring
It seems as nothing,
But when once it was something
I thought buildings would shake,
And walls to crumble
If not for her beauty so humble
When once I was something,
But something more than nothing,
Is starting to sound unfair
Living is tired,
When all answers are liars
Burial seems like a plan
I'm drowning faster,
And going down quicker
Drink the water before I go under,
I'm always safe and sound
Conversions in the sky,
Led painted kaleidescopes
Dancing embryos,
Tubes in dismay,
Her angel split hair has parted ways,
A scent drifts near
With a count to ten,
We all form tears
I'm drowning but holding on,
Letting go but I'm drowning strong
Sighing into your highness,
I'm thrown back
Taken away from the towers of our days
Never to return
Flowing rivers plant the seeds,
Save for one last breath,
Taken back to awaken her again
Flowers in bloom,
Love found deep into the afternoon
Calculations run amok,
Mathmeticians favorite flux
I'd breath once more,
Just to savor one last scent...
End it with a good night,
Thrice the pain of letting go
Twice it has hurt me so,
Telephone near my ear
Dial tone mocking,
I'm all alone...''
Telephone to my ear
Dial tone surmounting,
Ring
It seems as nothing,
But when once it was something
I thought buildings would shake,
And walls to crumble
If not for her beauty so humble
When once I was something,
But something more than nothing,
Is starting to sound unfair
Living is tired,
When all answers are liars
Burial seems like a plan
I'm drowning faster,
And going down quicker
Drink the water before I go under,
I'm always safe and sound
Conversions in the sky,
Led painted kaleidescopes
Dancing embryos,
Tubes in dismay,
Her angel split hair has parted ways,
A scent drifts near
With a count to ten,
We all form tears
I'm drowning but holding on,
Letting go but I'm drowning strong
Sighing into your highness,
I'm thrown back
Taken away from the towers of our days
Never to return
Flowing rivers plant the seeds,
Save for one last breath,
Taken back to awaken her again
Flowers in bloom,
Love found deep into the afternoon
Calculations run amok,
Mathmeticians favorite flux
I'd breath once more,
Just to savor one last scent...
End it with a good night,
Thrice the pain of letting go
Twice it has hurt me so,
Telephone near my ear
Dial tone mocking,
I'm all alone...''
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