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there's no such thing as good enough for arctic eyes and hard earned rust i've grown tired of counting odds to somehow make things even when sadness always comes home sadness comes home sadness comes home cursed to be your second best this amber soul will find no rest i've grown tired of standing up when every one just gives in when sadness always comes home sadness comes home sadness comes home i take so little and i bleed so much my hand me down heart is out of luck i take so little and i bleed so much my hand me down heart is out of luck no such thing as good enough for arctic eyes and hard earned rust i've grown tired of counting odds to somehow make things even when sadness always comes home Aus Songtexte Mania