Testi:
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Your answers fall as red lips on the receiver of your telephone when turning out means turning on and dial tones lost for all too long orders placed

get it if you go where I've gone. We are all switched on. Let go of everything. Cross the wires like the needles sting. It's time to turn me on, Till

get out get out won't stake a claim or stand our ground for a minute started to awake by a curve in the road forward when we brake our late eyes closed edging on

it if you go where I've gone. We are all switched on. Let go of everything. Cross the wires like the needles sting. It's time to turn me on, Till I

: Slam the door and turn the key. Punch the dash, red light on empty. Why stop, lets take it slow. I wanna get you to go. Pop the lock and fill the

all start stealing. I need it, and call it, and want it, again and, For all, to know our days set. Close on the end and all that it's bringing. Hold on

You look awake and I can't let go. But those eyes are blank, and you can't be free from yourself. A room dressed in white, but you'll never know. I stand

You can't hold on to the air I'm breathing. Why can't you just get over it. And you can not have the sights I'm seeing. Why can't you just get over it

And we go, where the words are found. All the sayings, that we care about. And I run, when you say, that your word is the only honest way. I can't wake