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Şarkı Sözleri Wake up feeling good Go to bed frequently lost in the wood A soldier’s tale of soul winning love No drunken stuff spewing out of my mouth All over now, out Birdsong in the night The sound drags a net through the twilight Emptiness in computers bothers me These are the seas in our minds We make our own confine in time