It's getting dark
You feel the freedom in your heart
In empty room
It's getting colder in my view
And we're hanging around
Around this fuss and the crowd
And we're hanging around
And we're hanging around
I'm drawning now
I'm suffocating in this mood
The cold can't be sated
With my mind I/m trying to run away
The smoke under ceiling
Indicates long time spending here
You expect i'll hear
your whisperthrough this puff
And we're hanging around
Around this fuss and the crowd
And we're hanging around
And we're hanging around
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