It's just 3 o'clock in this town and you're re-sounding in me. You burn in my chest in a different way. Sometimes it seems we pray for the same myths, share the same thoughts. I became glass when you were apart.
It's strange, but I called you. Somehow, I've failed.
It's strange, but I called you. Somehow, I've failed.
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