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Lying in a room I hate Smells of smoke in the cheaper kind of taste I call you once to hear your voice This sound reminds me of the choices That both of us have made And I fucking miss you But I'm feeling much better Now that we are not together I hear you're alone in some bar Our lives seem pretty parallel thus far But he's moving the dark Foreign place, familiar thought And I fucking miss you But I'm feeling much better Now that we are not together You ask me how I get to sleep It's not too hard Being this tired when your constantly this bored I didn't ask that much of you But perhaps I did Just entertain me for the moment And I fucking miss you But I'm doing much better Now that we are not together Aus Songtexte Mania