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i bet you thought you'd die before you'd see the daywhen i'd adher to these trite, tender clicheslike you and me, we've been through everythingwhy we deny this pattern or what underliesteenage southern comfort, penitent goodbyesand my laments always sound like lullabiesits how our heart's contrived, to hang heavywe get caught up all drenched in misanthropydisagreeing just to disagreeand either i'm sadistic or they fall in love too easilybut its not redlight loveits not the grief that forces succumbits not cold night loveits not the strain that forces us numbi know that you'll believe me, that i meant no harmyour empathetic discourse is like an inner alarmthat you and me always end up back in each other's armsit's our tender, tenacious heartsthey hang heavy Aus Songtexte Mania