Vantana Row
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One by one, they shout my name
When I'm asleep I hear them calling
I think it used to bother me..
Over time, they become part of me
Is it desperation for affection that causes a soul to split?
Who shall we become?
Lying in bed at ten years old, whispering to ourself about life
"Who shall we become?"
(It was like a whole cast and crew, cause we were making a movie
Nobody really knew what the fuck the movie was about.)