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It’s four o’clock already
The ice melts in the glass
Inside this quiet room, we
Can't fix what's in the past
You throw a coat on shoulders
And button it up to leave
Our secret, stolen hours
Are ghost stories we believe
Time is dripping on our scratches
Mirrors shatter from the chill
All the tickets and the stations
We will split against our will
All old routes have been erased now
The GPS is turning dead
Only minutes are remaining
Where I was with you in bed
Your pale hands smell of tobacco
I drink and hold my tongue
This lonely city's waiting
With shadows, cold and young
Your soft voice stays inside me
The rumors start to rise
I kiss your hair so gently
Under the fading skies
Time is dripping on our scratches
Mirrors shatter from the chill
All the tickets and the stations
We will split against our will
All old routes have been erased now
The GPS is turning dead
Only minutes are remaining
Where I was with you in bed
That’s it. The taxi’s waiting
You slip into the dark
No use in begging heaven
We’ve crossed the final mark
You turn around so softly
Then close the door and fade
I know you're not returning
You’re a stranger once again
Time is dripping on our scratches
Mirrors shatter from the chill
All the tickets and the stations
We will split against our will
All old routes have been erased now
The GPS is turning dead
Only minutes are remaining
Where I was with you in bed
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