Dust clouds are Catching the sunlight And I look down To catch my ugly breath There's a handmade film Playing in a room somewhere And I can't find the words To match the stride Room moth, hear me I wanted to be somebody I wanted to be somebody I wanted to be somebody I wanted to be somebody I wanted to be somebody I wanted to be somebody I wanted to be somebody
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