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People are paid to hide in the silence
The camera sounds chills into a style
What you become will never be final
Together they pray and press it to vinyl

I don't know whats coming out from inside
I'm on the outside with the rest of you
Call me back if you see me inside
Wont you hold me back when I arrive

Are you calling my name?
In the cold black hour
What you holding out for

Tears have turned you into the ground
Art dissolved you into a crowd
Tears have turned you into the ground
Art dissolved you into a crowd

I'm coming back to feel the design
To pull together and try to define
I call a calling in the dead of the night
Something kinda resembling life

Tears have turned you into a cloud
Art dissolved you into the crowd
Tears have turned you into a cloud
Art dissolved you into the crowd

If I hold back don't you worry
If I find the right place I know you lead me from there
I will take you through this haze
Erase us both and leave no trace at all this time

At least you got me always on
Expose the faces never shown
At least you've got me always on
A stranger that you chanced upon