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And I wonder if I should feel the same?
Hanging down my head upon this neon light
And you want to satisfy your soul
Every time I scan across the radio, to your soul

And I wonder, what was left to say
Was it just the empty feeling of that morningrise
And for a moment paused its run
In the city in front of us
Soul diffracts into a myriad particles

And I wonder do you still feel the same?