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He moves his mind too fast to unwind
There's a lot of whispering underlines
And you try to understand but there is no chance
He feels his life's too slow, still much to know
When it comes to leaving here he just won't go
And he talks like traffic because it's all that he can hear
When will he ever bring somebody near, somebody here
