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- cifra   
 
   It speaks like a dream 
 Constantly under my floor 
 Through the flesh and through the bone no more 
    Speaking these things 
 Spilling onto my floor 
 Everyone I hear no more, no more   
 It's asleep 
 It is sleeping under the floor 
 If awake, my thoughts I can't ignore   
 For how I've tried 
 I'll try to be once more 
 Be alive, and live above the floor   
 Finger in my brain 
 Finger in my brain 
 Finger in my brain 
 Finger in my brain