You know this place,
you know this gloom
We've been here before
When life is a loop,
you're in a room
without a door
Pick up the phone and answer me at last
Today I will step out of your past
"Trouble that we've come to know will stay with us"
with every step it slowly grows
Rub off the rust
Pick up the phone and answer me at last
Today I will step out of your past
Pick up the phone ..
Friday, November 16, 2007
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