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It comes closer Repeating over and over Quieter, then colder I think I want to leave Ellipses as it approaches Vibrating in slow motion Burned, blank and clenched Under nattering Muffles more as the sun swallows me And I melt into it It comes closer Repeating over and over Quieter, then older I think I'm going to be Ellipses as it approaches And heaving in slow motion Burned, blank and clenched Under nattering Muffles more as the sun swallows me And I melt into it From Letras Mania