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מילים ולחן: נועם פלד
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Nothing's the same
Even the lights in the skies have changed
All of the memories of you
transform the past to a present in a flick

Your calling my name
There's nothing I would rather hear
Play with the function I fill
Well what the heck, it's just your game

A sudden exposure
leaves me here with your voice in my head
A Promising gesture
leaves you here with my heart in your hand

and I can feel no more
feels just like you never had
everything you thought undoubted
and I can feel...

I'm not quite in the know
about the way your heart goes
I only tell what's not there
Fun or the hurt in you
demands a lot of persistence to express

A sudden exposure
leaves me here with your voice in my head
A Promising gesture
leaves you here with my heart in your hand

and I can feel no more
feels just like you never had
everything you thought undoubted
and I can feel...