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Trace back a breeze to the weather stripping Here in this city, I can sleep in my clothes I've got walls between my friends, and a bottle of Williams The past is well behind me, I got good at letting go I've burned so many bridges I can barely count Moving forward with a liar's mouth I'm getting back what is due to me You'll never smile, you'll never be right I hope you're searching, while I found some spite I'm better now that we don't speak I lost my limbs to the weather stripping Aus Songtexte Mania