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I miss Connecticut and the way you used to feel, I peeled this skin, limb from limb, it just hasn't healed. And I left a mark on you. Says 'golden dreams aren't true'. I know I wasted all my good years, was a liar, a coward, but that bastard skin has peeled, we were too young. Too young to grow. I have been trained, in what makes you ache. What makes you shiver in the cold dead of night, Can you move on from the past? I know now that I can. Aus Songtexte Mania