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your excuses not to come back homemake it easy for me to be gonethis chance of highway boredom has meup late waiting by the phonei'm tired of the games we playi'll never see you anywayit's just a good example of the things that i could never saywish i could forget some nightsand the stupid fights where i wanted you at the same time i can't believeyou're twelve hours awayand i love the fact that when i get homei never have to be aloneuntil that time i'll miss you every dayso when you're sitting in the back of classand it takes too long to text me backremember my name's inked in white-outon the side of your backpacki'm tired of the games we playi'll never see you anywaySongtexteit's just a good example of the things that i could never saywish i could forget some nightsand the stupid fights where i wanted you at the same time i can't believeyou're twelve hours awayand i love the fact that when i get homei never have to be aloneuntil that time i'll miss you every dayso let's wait until this is overyou know that i'm older, we're olderlet's mix it upand i'll stay until it gets colderi'll always be over Octoberlet's mix it up Aus Songtexte Mania