When the lights go out
I call your name.
It's always the same.
Always have this heartache, have this pain.
It's always the same.
Seems it never really was enough
strange thoughts flood my mind.
Seems like if I always ask too much
and you disappeared into the night.
And then I have to admit that
when the lights go out
I call your name.
Always the same.
You put a spell on me.
A.
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