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it happened a week ago tonightfuzzy frankness, under the unsightly yellow lightsand the display of your seemingly submissive heartit's always over before it fucking startsand i'm not one to gush, i'm not prone to sensitivitywe just wedge 3,000 miles or that i've got my whole life ahead of meand maybe you're just wary or maybe i am just naivebut we'd never agreewe yield to a feared and fateful clashor heartache or overwrought whiplashand these roles develop circumstantiallyyou'll be my fodder, i'll be your reverieand i'm not one to gush i'm not prone to sensitivity we just wedge 3,000 miles or that i've got my whole life ahead of meand maybe you're just wary or maybe i am just naivebut we'd never agreeand maybe it's my fault, i can't cut the tie, i'm a masochist60 hours, chased around and one elusive sidewalk kissand i'm not sure what i expected, but i couldn't bear to hear that thisis something you won't miss Aus Songtexte Mania