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this is the old housewe used to live inthis is the space in betweenwhat is lost and what is gonedon't ask me about the value, and what it costscause this is so out of your reach anywayi call this agonycause wherever i goit's already been herei find it hard to breathecause whatever i take uphas been taken beforeeverything's just an approachwe can just try to get closebut we won't ever come to the pointand in case i let you seewhat this all means to mewhat you see will be your own reflectionso i call this sympathycause wherever we goLetras de cancioneswe go there alonei find it hard to breathecause whatever i take uphas been taken beforewe just try to get close to itwe just try to get close to itwe just try to get close to itwe just try to get close to iti call this sympathycause wherever we gowe go there alonei find it hard to breathecause whatever i take uphas been taken before From Letras Mania