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Budapest
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Visiting Time
Uncomfortable, I park the car, forcing a smile. Distract the conversation from the reason we're here. Dead stalks of roses in storm fallen jars. A wealth of new neighbours in misshapen grass.
I don't want to be here. I don't want to be here. Why did we come here?
I can't distance the image of what's physically here, And all that we are walking on and what's underneath. Read only the closest, read only the clear. 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 A life disregarded, three steps too far.
I don't want to be here, I don't want to be here. Why did we come here?
So I visit you. Am I talking to you? Do you hear me? Do you see me? Do you feel me? Can you hear me? I don't know.
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