I called you on the telephone ´cause I was lonely I called you up just to hear your Your eyes I know are a cold, cold blue Pale whit skin dead like a mannequin Seem to fade
Looking and not wanting to come up to date Like a broken clock The hand is still Through the pain I was watching as sound hit my ears We don´t fit anymore We don´t fit anymore Not the same Not the same Not the same, same, same
Ripped up in the shadows Over and over again
I remember before as your mouth It touched my face Small hands grabbing me
Trapped in my thoughts You repeating like a machine gun Phantasmagoria The times pelting me Pelting me Ripped up in the shadows Over and over again
Over and over again Over and over again
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