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You know what I'm thinkingNo, I don't mean that as a questionNot as a way to say how close we once wereNow that I've got you on the lineThese calls coming more oftenI'm thinking I should tell you I guess I met someoneBut no, I leave that fact outIt's just nice to finally hear from youAfter all those months of pain and pills and programsSo I hang up the phoneI know you're still doing your thingOut in CaliforniaNew York hasn't changed the way I sleepBlankets and covers pulled close to meBut instead of you there's a slightly taller bodyShe's a woman of style and classBut that's not why I love herIt's when we're laying there she can tell me what makes her scaredI wish it was me not loving her backShe's a jetsetter I've had to catch with an agendaSongtexteThat may or may not include meHere is where our stories meetWhere our narratives collideWe'll never get it rightWe'll never be sober enough to tryAnd we find each other like foreign voicesAdrift until we collideAnd we find each other like fallen breathsAdrift until we dieI've loved too many or too fewI can't decideI've got a heart the size of TexasBut, man, that pump has run dry Aus Songtexte Mania