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Skullcrusher
4:36Am I living in the details of a drawing? In the traces, in the fading of the morning? In the waiting, I'm too early, you were busy I can see you Am I living in the music, in the singing? In the wording, in the silence at the ending? I can see you in the window by a warm light You are going through the motions Of the evening, in your body you are living In the passing of an hour Of an idea, of my hands through I can see you Am I living?