Из альбома: Tiny Cities

Does not exist, take an exit

I hear voices insinuating
Feeds me words to this song that I am saying

Sunlight, 7:20 PM early September
Standing looking at a photograph you don't remember

You look out of breath, and me like I am faking
As I matter of fact I don't recall this being taken

You don't actually exist so I start shaking

Does not exist, take an exit

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