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The Secret Society
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Old Wooden Creaking Floor
I wake up freezing in the middle of the night and I find a hole where she used to fall asleep. And I try to search for my glasses in the dark. I guess I was having a bad dream. Almost blind, I crash into a pile of books. It's funny, isn't it? How memories come and go, how can we forget some names, places and dates; how hard can hurt the things we've lost. Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com This game is over. This game is over. This game is over. This game is over. This game is over. This game is over. This game is over. I get out my room in silence like a thief. My two flatmates must have been out. Still I have deafening my ears all the bad news that came from the South.
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