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I still can't walk through Williamsburg without looking for her there Every woman with fallen eyes and darkness in her hair I see someone that she might be But I am still not sure I stare at the arms, waist, and hips And I remember what was pure When she finally turns around I know that it's not her For she is some place far away And not this caricature Don't tell me I don't love you Don't tell me you're all right I'm tired souls, my weary eyes Keep looking but still can't see Her beauty or her touch now Or the way we used to be You know I still can't walk through Williamsburg I have to leave this place To go somewhere she'll never be A ghost without a face Songtexte Practice my anmesia I practice letting go Cast her in forgotten lands Where all is buried down below Don't tell me I don't love you Don't tell me you're all right Cause I know you're not And you know I do And you know it is always true Test of faith Come and test your faith Don't tell me I don't love you Don't tell me you're all right Cause I know you're not And you know I do And you know that is always true A test of faith (Thanks to Andrew for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania