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driven by ribbonsyou were such an instigatorusing all my pencils to carve up my paperi was overyou were overwe disintegratedi asked to look inside of you cause you were cut wide openalways tryin' to hide the side of you that wasn't brokenunder the impression we get it from each otherthe sighing time was almost overyou backed up to run in placeshielding spit with your blinking faceboth my arms were torn from the ends of the earthpain was the middle and pain was just the point of ittime was never saved my time was just an argumenti traded you my world for twoor three or twomy new heart didn't ask for the kissthat you over-zealously gave heraimlessly i look for wordsto say to return the favorpain was the middle and pain was just the point of ittime was never saved my time was just an argumenti traded you my world for two or three or four Aus Songtexte Mania