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days pass too quickly when they're spent living like thiswe could be wrong, but i'd never say or we could be right, i think we may never find out, just because talking takes time and i try hard to sketch out these shapeslines could be letters for all i knowi made a guess i think it's too lowwe'll just slide by on our way out, glaring at grins like they've done the impossiblewe could be wrong, but i'd never say or we could be right, i think we maybe caught running parallel after all i want to do is align these sides perpendiculartighten our angled lines, traced along your spineall i want to do is divide this lonely perimetermeasured out like miles, corners catch that smileif i could be you could be i could be... Aus Songtexte Mania