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"Over my shoulder, running away,
feels like I'm falling, losing my way.
Cold and dry,
cold and dry.
Fog out my daylight, torture my night,
Feels like I'm falling, far out of sight."
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"Over my shoulder, running away,
feels like I'm falling, losing my way.
Cold and dry,
cold and dry.
Fog out my daylight, torture my night,
Feels like I'm falling, far out of sight."