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I'm sorry I didn't turn out to be the man you thought I wasI can't offer you more and I'm not here to console youI stood with your family when your grandfather diedGazing through the aislesYour best friend and IOur goodnights, brown eyesThey don't mean anythingYou don't owe me anythingOur goodnights, brown eyesThey don't mean anythingYou don't owe me anythingLike your favorite quote from Eleanor RooseveltI have to do the thing I could not doAnd myself, I'm wary of the question that you poseThe question of character I could not respond toThe question of, question of characterThat I could not respond to Aus Songtexte Mania