The voice is marble and cement
And I live in spite of myself...
It's hard to get the controls going,
All I can see is fog,
The outlines become thin.
I've already forgotten my dimension
And I have no power standing away from myself.
The thought ways are weak The voice is marble and cement And I live in spite of myself... It's hard to get the controls going, All I can see is fog, The outlines become thin. I've already forgotten my dimension And I have no power standing away from myself. Explain Request ×
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