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There’s a ghost you know who pulls at my strings Moves my hands toward the sharper things Now I’m all cut up and caught up in some scene I thought I’d folded all my outsides in Keeping the corners from cutting your skin But it weren’t enough and not enough’s nothing I was led by all the things you’ll pretend you never said I took the blame upon myself Somehow I blamed it on myself Well, Christinha, what’s the saddest thing? Knowing you’re out there playing our games with him While I’m here still tangled up in my old skin But I keep the good times closer than thе bad Running your baths before American Dad And thеm two words you loved whispered in your ear I was bad, I was all the things you would never wanna have But “let’s get together in our minds” “Ysbeidiau Heulog” and “Send In The Clowns” And there’s something on your mind So let’s get together in our minds Songtexte‘cos I don’t think I could have given any more A sun just sank into some sea No, I’m not sure she could have given any more Our sun just sank into some sea I don’t think I could have given any more A sun just sank into some sea Aus Songtexte Mania