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365; I'll always miss 375. I'd rather hear tires, than listen to the static Than listen to them lick the pavement (At the edge of the world) And give up every moment to the floor. He learned so much But what's the point of knowledge When that knowledge came so easily to her Another nightmare that's a dream Is it the norm to kneel before the edge of the world And give up every moment to the floor. What side says ground-war; which side says astral plane (This side/that side) Find out who asked for a line to be drawn Hold my tongue between your teeth Hold my lips between your eyes and stare me down Truth be told, binary comes to me often Truth says it's royally loyally subject to Queen of suburban legend I'd like to think her to think binary often Run: error. Search: error. (Truth says that binary's not worth the effort) The error's in effort The edge of the world And it still seems worth the effort to be in error Drawn to the door. SongtexteDrawn from the tires headed towards the door And wishing deafness wishing I could (Reject/replace) Sunrise at the start of the driveway Sunset at the edge of the world Who wants to keep my promise Who wants to meet the girl Ecstatic Automatic Erotic (Any which way we want it) Binary comes to me softly Aus Songtexte Mania