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 rest.
wtorek, 31 marca 2015
Pick up the phone.
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