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- Waiting for what comes next
I'm staring at the wall
Being so aimless never felt so lone
Remember the favor
That I asked you long ago
Give me a call if you should get to know
I've closed the windows
The nightingale's staying out
Go sing in the wild
Put me behind and go
For something you believe
I will not mind if it is worth the cost
Travelling all the way
To turn away and leave
But I will stay here hunting ghosts
The door is not closed
And I am off to sleep
Embracing my dreams