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1,464 - Prompt
There are no cars, there is no sound
Inside i feel very still and i wonder if you will
Come out with me, i turn around
I see my footprints on the ground
Not like it was in '96, not like it was, not like it was
(i never thought a night could be this long
Promise me that i will see the end
Don't leave me here, i long to see the sun
Don't lock the door, it makes me want to run)
-Winter '98; Cadallaca