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I feel like a boy with a problemI can't believe what we've forgottenAnd I even slapped your face and made you cryIt's the last thing I want to doPull the curtains on me and youPull the carpet from under lovePull out like young lovers doYou swore you wouldn't shoutIf it's not your punch, then it's your poutDays in silence try my temperNights spent drinking to rememberHow memories are always tender I crept out last night behind your backThe little they know might be the pieces I lackCame home drunk, talking in circlesThe spirit is willing, but I don't believe in miraclesI've got a problem, but let's go to bedI can roll over and I can play deadBut here I am in the doghouse insteadI feel like a boy with a problemI can't believe all you've forgottenSleeping with forgiveness in your heart for me Aus Songtexte Mania