she stops out till morning
she hangs out at fairgrounds
waiting to forget the past
moving to a new sound
loops around, a setting sun a melody calls
a melody calls
time to lose myself again
time to lose herself again
a setting sun, a melody calls
the sounds they do speak for me she can't say what's inside
the sounds remain forever
the words don't come so easy
stays with her till morning time.
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