| Each and every conversation flickers like old film
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| and you know each assignation lives on
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| only in my imagination… or maybe in the mirror.
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| There’s an echo through these streets that half the world’s forgot:
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| «Don't know who I am, but who I’m not»
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| Please just leave me with my imagination.
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| I’m talking to the mirror.
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| Staring at my own reflection — it breaks just like a fever.
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| And there’s no time, only light,
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| no clocks, but shadows that hide the point when day becomes night.
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| It’s hard to tell with these skies…
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| I heard the howl, I love you but you keep me down.
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| Your love’ll keep me down.
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| Your love’ll keep me down.
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| Twenty thousand faceless people rushing to their homes.
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| Somehow I’m surrounded and still alone.
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| All I wanna do is sit and watch the world go by,
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| count the minds destroyed by wasted time.
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| Please just leave me with my imagination.
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| I’m talking to the mirror.
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| Staring at my own reflection — it breaks just like a fever.
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| And there’s no time, only light,
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| no clocks, just shadows that hide the point when day becomes night.
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| It’s hard to tell with these skies…
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| I heard the howl, I love you but you keep me down.
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| Your love’ll keep me down.
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| Your love’ll keep me down.
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| Your love’ll keep me down.
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| Your love’ll keep me down. |