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Your face it leaps to the top again At least I'm starting to write again Missing, too familiar a feeling Now, my lips are chapped from thinking of your mouth I think I'll wear the good dreaming right out You are my favorite shoes I'm always on the run and I hate copy past for god's sake You know when you have such a feeling You feel like you invented the whole thing Love I, I invented love I think Now, my lips are chapped from thinking of your mouth I think I'll wear the good dreaming right out You are my favorite shoes Now, thinking of your Now, thinking of your Now, thinking of your Now, thinking of your Aus Songtexte Mania