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Dim lights in empty shapes
Smiles washed by the rain
People just fade away
Past times escape this place
Feelings like cords in landscapes
Pending in passageways
And it's getting cold inside
Failed in the taste of life
Deceiving time
And it's getting cold inside
Failed in tasting life
Walking in dusty roads
Slow steps, just wasting time
Senses in heavy coats
Confined, waiting in line
Hiding his queer modes
Pretending he's doing fine
But it's getting cold inside
Failed in the taste of life
Deceiving time
But it's getting cold inside
Failed in tasting life
Desires behind the door
Covered with concrete blocks
Counting tiles on the floor
Red lips that never talk
Changes not any more
Caged in a broken clock
And it's getting cold