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I know it's a cliché When they say we were doomed before we could start We were making no headway But cold logic wont bring back the sound of your heart It's probably too late now, so I won't try to taste it everything that I love, I manage to waste it Wish I could help you to hate me You slice the wound and I'll pour in the salt Alcohol makes the pain stay But either way it's everybody's fault And now when it rains, the trees send no comfort SongtexteI'll try to forget that everything's my fault And I'll never call, it's such a mean distance What once was before, I guess is now finished I'm helping you hate me Aus Songtexte Mania