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Turned on the autumn in a cool afternoon and through the leaves disintegrated in an unstable state of sympathy. I have this problem where I I just forget to pay the rent. I have this problem where I want the good times to never end. The park at dusk erupts in sweet human life and through the air we celebrate the vagrant breath and prove the people everywhere. You get the feeling that we we might explode before we bend. We get these feelings when we want the good times to never end. So I've been trying to interrogate the time escaping quick, searching its pages for a statement without an asterisk. I have this problem where I I just ignite as if a flame. I have this problem where I want to forget all our names. We have this problem where we we think it might work out somehow. We have this situation where we want the world, and we want it now. SongtexteYou get to this place in your life, come across all these people who inspire, and the trick is you can't know who's leaving, left behind, or just arrived. (Thanks to Monk for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania