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Pierce your armor, oh go on take it off Hold out longer I think you’re going soft I come along in case to see The way through is the way for me Beat so loud, I see photos falling down The walls are easy, it’s the windows that are drawn To touch the place you used to be The listing hours, they leave room to believe I’d call someone I’d call someone I’d call someone I don’t call anyone So there it stands, just an ordinary bed And any day I’ll grow a mint plant instead Make an ordinary tea Set alarms to know to eat I dust the shelves, I hold the records up aloft I pace the halls, I do the stations of the cross One and one and one is three The listing hours, they room to believe I’d call someone I’d call someone I’d call someone Letras de cancionesI don’t call anyone That’s the way it has to be That’s the way it has to be I see that it’s off Now go on, take it off From Letras Mania