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it's not sorry if you're doing what you want to, it's a choice, self-manufactured circumstance, it's choosing not to be herewearing our hats backwards, we looked content/cuteas you'd roll your feet across denim thighs, in my hands they would residei'm not too importantbut i wish i could beif i was you would've come back at least for another listen of understatementit's hard to believe youit's hard to believe in youit's hard to believe youit's hard to believe in youit's hard to believe youit's hard to believe in youit's hard to believe youit's hard to believe in youyou're tearing me apart again but i'll get back togetherSongtexteeven though last time i reassembled in a car that i wrecked last summer, these pieces will find one another and embedded within each other they will reform me with the aid of all my records, making bones from molded vinyl and up for my mistakes by giving me some strength in myself and some security in art and enough love to make up for the one friend who never seemed to want it Aus Songtexte Mania