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Hums of conversation Lip goes One leg crossed Driven back into this corner Is it the same when I leave As when I come On a higher or lower frequency It means nothing to me Watch me turn the volume down It's always cold before the last day Still guarding space Snow piled up by the road to my house The one time I tried It was a fine view Through and across Then there was restlessness And in that movement I dressed in the light from outside Aus Songtexte Mania