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It feels like walking on rusty nails
but the pain is not to be felt
 
Where we collide down is the only way out
Cause hell to those
 
I try to focus on anything but the strangers inside
 
All eyes just disguise
Little stay inside, passing by
 
You talked it away
You talked it all away

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