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A life in exposed pipes and unpainted wallsA frame without a picture of a her that never callsStill you surround yourself with people that say"Man, it's not your fault"You know better, you know they're wrongThe patron saint of devestated dealsAnother blow bathes you in the holy light of television snowCrowns you with regret memories you can't let goA life in exposed pipes and unpainted wallsA frame without a picture of a her that never callsStill you surround yourself with people that say"Man, it's not your fault"You know better, you know they're wrongStorybook endings and textbook reactionsLies worth defending and thruths you've abandonedIn the wake of everyone who ever took you by surpriseCut you off or led you on, opened up your eyes Aus Songtexte Mania