| 摘 要： | Rolling my eyes, the sweat starts to form, In this kitchen they call a café, Turning my head, I＇ m falling again, With noone to catch me thi time, Words come in gasps, like souls in their flight, Filtered down through the air, Faces that stare with eyes that see through me. In this place where the lonely despair, tn con.., conversations, in con.., conversations.Alone in my room again, with the silence I can＇t bear, The telephone won＇t ring for me, But I don＇t really care, The city lights, the yellow dots, Like sirens without sound, Tempting me to venture out into the promised land：
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