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i was to write a song about you, it would be called "wasted breath"it's for all those good times we never hadlike down in the city, when the weather was changing abruptlybecause it didn't have a reason to rainand i know, things are adding up. it's soon to showtake it easy on me, and don't forget to call me when you'rehome from wherever you flewi'd love to run away with youi've been living in sorrowsee you on the day after tomorrowbut from now until thenor something like thati think i'm going to spend my time at homeSongtextewriting novels of "boy to manhood"and redefining "loss of innocence"watching some hockeybecause it's the playoffs,i might even drink some canadian beerbut no matter how bored and drunk i geti will never write a song about you.i'm sprouting like a bean sprout. Aus Songtexte Mania