The Receiver Testo
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Testo The Receiver
Seems there's no space for a place
I can call my own
I'm alone
Let out signals
But no one's pickin' up
I can't control that sound
that feedback all around
I'm away
The bottom's so deep
I can't see the top of the Hill Can't really see anything of withered flowers
slowly fadin' out in the sun
I come undone it's hard to make a sound
I'm buried underground
I'm away and still no pain
seems there's no space
seems the pace has stopped
I cave in
Am I giving in?
I can call my own
I'm alone
Let out signals
But no one's pickin' up
I can't control that sound
that feedback all around
I'm away
The bottom's so deep
I can't see the top of the Hill Can't really see anything of withered flowers
slowly fadin' out in the sun
I come undone it's hard to make a sound
I'm buried underground
I'm away and still no pain
seems there's no space
seems the pace has stopped
I cave in
Am I giving in?
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