A hat
The point is still the silence of your voice
I listen to you more, I listen to you hiding far from the crowd,
In the middle of the cold.
The point is still the silence of your words,
I listen to you more, I listen to you crawling right from the door,
You don't even make a noise.
I pray every night, I was never this scared before.
I listen to you more, I listen to you hiding far from the crowd,
In the middle of the cold.
The point is still the silence of your words,
I listen to you more, I listen to you crawling right from the door,
You don't even make a noise.
I pray every night, I was never this scared before.
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