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I wake up in the night |
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watching pictures on the wall |
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of a past I always feel I never saw |
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another day is coming out |
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while lights flow fast on the road |
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spending days at the phone |
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searching what is missing and gone |
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waiting the day |
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when nothing is yet become |
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coming back home I can feel |
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desolation in my mind |
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it's cold in the car but I'm darker inside |
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counting hours to the end of the day |
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I search a place to hide |
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spending days at the phone |
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searching what is missing and gone |
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waiting the day |
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when nothing is yet become |