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Oh, you were in your room
I was on the back and you were on call
Then it went and vanished
Even asked god what the fuck happened?
Ripped shoes, past habits
Leaving my mind, failing the test
Calling it off, and you're calling me back
No other world, yeah totally bad, yeah totally bad
Talking on the train, then it went backwards
Nothing was obtained, hiding in the asphalt
Leaving all the stains on your little mattress
Falling on the frame, falling on the atlas
At a party again for you
We could tear up and change for you
Give a bag I'll take for you
[?] for you

I know that things get hard
I was on pills and in your yard
We wеre in your room and I chewed your card
You makе it easy to lose my start