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They called you on your bluff. Your good intentions weren't ever good enough to keep their minds from making up. Is it alright if I don't come out tonight and we let the old rules turn their pages for a while? I'm like a match that won't light, I toe a line I can't fight; only as good as "remember whens?" of the way it used to go. I don't want to know. Play me a song from the legion halls, back of the van and the truck stop walls. Show me you've got something to say; you know that I'm waiting. I heard they gave you the words to sing, and listening now I can't feel a thing. How does it feel to speak that loud and know you don't mean it? Aus Songtexte Mania