The Ant - Black Hole (Part 2) | Текст песни

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I’m coming back to the black hole
That has been called my home.
It’s warm and dark but always closed
A place that I am from.
I’m standing here. There’s nothing else
That I am praying for.
Nobody writes, nobody calls,
Nobody knocks the door.
Sometimes a little paperboy
Brings papers from the past.
And in the top of distant news
I see your face in dust.

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