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I count the ways you turn me onI calculate the gravity of your songSirens callingI count the ways you turn me onCrack of your whipTakin’ the hitI’m caught in your gripAnd now you thought you’d fool meI count the daysSince we went wrongI contemplate a world where you’re goneSirens callingThe angle of incidence meets my reflectionCrack of your whipTakin’ the hitI’m caught in your gripAnd now you thought you’d fool meOh…..I can hear the sirens callingOh…..Save myself I can’t my darlingOh…..I can hear the sirens callingOh…..Save myself I can’t my darlingThe reflection of your eyesDisappears and mirrors mineI’m tied to the mast as I pass Sila by From Letras Mania