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Giving the chances to leave the basement life, another landlord's wife,
Furnished room, celebrate the first flight window bird's eye view
You, hardwired, I'll try to play the guitar
Stay focused on the first boring morning though we both see it coming,
we don't run.
Let the silence settle in our bones
You are everything you are nothing at all
You are every night you fade to light the room
Daylight lights (hides) a new one on you.