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[Verse 1]
I still see the numbers burned into my mind
A ghost of a lifeline I can't leave behind
Zero-seven-eight-eight, I knew it by heart
Two-eight-two-nine-four-seven, a lock from the start

[Chorus]
Just a string of digits in the empty air
A disconnected prayer

[Verse 2]
My thumb still remembers the cold glass screen
Tracing the pattern of a faded scene
But I already know the tone on the line
A memory that's no longer mine

[Bridge]
Maybe some things are just meant to be saved
A memory perfectly, coldly engraved

[Outro]
The line just goes cold