My poor souls crushed
Tons of regret behind
I'm rebuilt
Led in from
Who passed away today
Who's the lucky one?
To live and breathe
Sitting alone (away)
Sit near the phone
Sitting alone (no way)
Anything's better
I pulled away.
Inviting your in-touch spread out disease
This time
I feel the nerves in your head
I trapped a memory
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