You know the faces, you know the places,
You know places where the faces fitYou always wanted, to never say it,
and now you wonder, well is this it?I'm always screaming, dreaming
Strange without you, without youYou know the numbers, you dream in slumber,
You've got the faces and the photographsYou always want it, but never say it,
and now you wonder, well what do I have?I'm always screaming, dreaming
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