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We roll the windows down to feel the air The sun is falling low again We watch the darkness coming through the trees and find our hands together again We have photographs, aged and worn, of family and our friends Keep them close at hand, these memories, they're all that's left you We can't go home Watch the world through open windows Drift down open roads Your eyes could kill the sky itself Take time for the little things Aus Songtexte Mania