Turn on the radio in time
In order to feel the atmosphere
Looking back is no crime
As long as you stay here
The rain outside is calm
Each thought you have is part of a spell
A note is residing in your palm
You are staying at your own hotel
As you are sitting on the chair
A song comes on
Its location is nowhere
All limits are withdrawn
All you get is the present
Which is immense
You can find this in any lament
Please cut the tense
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