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It could be two days agoIt could be today you knowIt could be two years from now or neverStanding on the same romantic curbYes I hear you what the hell's the wordI'm still here apart but I feel betteryes i know this is not a gamebut ink keeps leaking through the pagemy wrists smile in joy but I've upset hershe says I don't say it anymorei ain't sharp and i ain't hardcoreI said that I could do this foreverchorus:but she said "That's from a movieEverything's from a movieand there's nothing to live for"she said "I seen that movieand I know you seen that moviebut there's nothing to live for"I want a place that drives for weeksSongtexteas sullen as your tear-kissed cheeksI'm not sure it's for me that you're afterI remember stoned in buffalocanceled flights to her Chicagodemonstrating what I couldn't ask herso lean the curb over and slowly dosee my footprints seven years from youone hundred and forty miles and so many handsso hand me down, hand me my blindfoldhand me my last requestand hand me my cigaretteschorusi guessed due west from the sound of itphonecard smile hanging round a biti have pleased others to let me sell outwhat was that I whined aboutpassed and drunk out on a stranger's couchclear from meditating on a blackoutbut it could be six years from thenit could be last week all over againit could be my fault it could just be bestbut i can't judge the distance from the curbI'll close my eyes take you at your wordall that I want now is all that is leftchorus Aus Songtexte Mania