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Silent summer licks in old town Forgetting Sundays Trading moments of sound Aimless wandering through the evergreens All the moments I lost while caught in your words I tried to find all the patterns and lines You left behind Those crooked signs Words I tried not to write I left behind Every autumn moves me backwards And my memories start to loop in reverse All the fallen leaves The slipping symmetries Every waking hour Takes me back to your words I tried to find all the patterns and lines You left behind Those crooked signs Words I tried not to write I left behind I've been going back, back to the old place SongtexteCouldn't figure out I couldn't figure it out Am I going back, back to my old ways Couldn't figure out I couldn't figure it out I've been going back, back to the old place Couldn't figure out I couldn't figure it out Am I going back, back to my old ways Couldn't figure out I couldn't figure it out Aus Songtexte Mania