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I'm lying in my little home, my dim-lit phone, I'm all alone, now staring at my dim-lit phone, I miss your call, I miss your call... At last, this scent entraps my nose, the smell of rose, it must be yours... and yet, my body isn't close... it's not near yours, it can't be yours... -This dream again! It's night, I'm home, a giant hole, I call it home... a little light - it's just my phone, I'm all alone, I'm all alone...

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