I'm reaching out for something

Touching nothing's all I ever do

Oh, I softly call you over

When you appear there's nothing left of you, aha

Now the man in the back

Is ready to crack as he raises his hands to the sky

And the girl in the corner is ev'ryone's mourner

She could kill you with a wink of her eye

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