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Tekster: The Hundred in the Hands. Sleepwalkers.

Sleepwalking
I find myself
Follow my
Follow my

Sleepwalking
I find myself
I get lost, I get lost
Follow my
Follow my

How'd it start?
All starry eyed
Follow my
Follow my

Sleepwalking
I find myself
In shop windows
I get lost, I get lost
In all of my
All of my
Follow my
Follow my

Under June in disguise
Ugly silver skies
Summer blooms in you

Follow my
Follow my
Follow my
Follow my

Follow my
Follow my
Follow my
Follow my
Follow my
Follow my

You said, I might be dead
But I've been off for years
How's it, Delirium?
I was breathless, and
On my way down

Summer blooms in you

You said, I might be dead
But I've been off for years
How's it, Delirium?
I was breathless, and
On my way

I lost it all
On my way down
I lost it all
On my way down

Looking through walls
Out of reach, always
Saw us far from
Far from
Far from

Hand on your shoulder
Lean in closer

How's it end?

Follow my
Follow my

You said, I might be dead
But I've been off for years
How's it, Delirium?
I was breathless, and
On my way

I lost it all
On my way down
I lost it all
On my way down
I lost it all
On my way down
I lost it all
On my way down
The Hundred in the Hands