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In your mind and Fields of Amber Fester feeds but not out of anger you wait in line for the endless slumber still alive but they're calling your number now ain't it strange how the feelings just are not there on the stage I knew I would find you there close your eyes pretending like nothing's wrong anymore under lights you're always a stranger spill it here in the arms of the 
Still alive but they're calling your number now and it's strange how the feelings just are not there on the stage you do that you can find it there close your eyes pretending like nothing's wrong anymore anymore

Grunge, funk