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You were made for the city Taking photos, writing poetry about boulevards That cut straight through the avenues like knives And the people just like you Crooked teeth and arching backs Gaping mouths on the set If it were up to me You never would have left You and flickering lights are the only storms I see With so much potential etched on your skin Crooked and arching backs Gaping mouths on the set If it were up to me You never would have left Stay here with me Do you think you'll ever know I need you here with me How it feels to let them go? Stay here with me Do you think you'll ever know I need you here with me How it feels to let them go? Aus Songtexte Mania