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All night in your mind
In your mind
My vision has been passed over
Too shy to rise up
To rise up
Existing to be forgotten
And every time I think of you
I feel kinda older
Play-time confession
Confession
This record is my obsession
Don't trust your eyes, too
Your eyes, too
Listen deeper inside of things
And every time I think of you
I feel kinda older
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