Steven Wilson - Last Regret | Текст песни

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• Last Regret

Hey brother, our dreams are scratched on these four walls
But they're foreign to me now, strangers once again
Well I am deep in debt to time, and every day's the same

I'm wasted, like rainfall on a thousand rooftops
Stretching on for miles, but a hand cannot erase
The traffic sings me back to sleep, and the world just slips away

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