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Thanks to juliana
You are listening to the phone ring,
Like a church bell sounding out the hour
And the ringing
Cuts the silence like a knife
Leaving little pieces left of your life
You are watching
The night shadows grow tall
Swallowing you in terror
Like the phone on the wall
Shake me now to the sorrels(soils) of a dream
Take me whole and take me clean
Take me from this reality cold and mean,
Cold and mean
But i can't answer
I can't speak to anyone
Not until i witness the next rising of the sun
Its this darkness
Like a leadweight in my shoe
I couldn't rise to answer
Even if i wanted to
Shake me down to the soils of a dream
Take me whole and take me clean
Take me from this reality cold and mean

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