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When the red wooden floor Meets the white cold wall And the wheel in the ceiling hears my call The bottle on the broken brown table Listen to the stories of a broken mans fable And I call and I call But nobody answers And I call and I call But nobody hears Staring down the ashtray Looking for answers Through the ash of yesterday The candle and it's fire stirs Emotions of a soul that I can't remember It's lost and it's late november And I call and I call But nobody answers And I call and I call But nobody hears Everbody's calling and it dissappears Drowned in the voices and the tears Hidden from plain sight, but oh so real And I call and I call But nobody answers And I call and I call But nobody hears
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Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 11:24 AM UTC
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When the red wooden floor Meets the white cold wall And the wheel in the ceiling hears my call The bottle on the broken brown table Listen to the stories of a broken mans fable And I call and I call But nobody answers And I call and I call But nobody hears Staring down the ashtray Looking for answers Through the ash of yesterday The candle and it's fire stirs Emotions of a soul that I can't remember It's lost and it's late november And I call and I call But nobody answers And I call and I call But nobody hears Everbody's calling and it dissappears Drowned in the voices and the tears Hidden from plain sight, but oh so real And I call and I call But nobody answers And I call and I call But nobody hears
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Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 11:24 AM UTC
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