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it's almost june to me you see, and the one thing i can't slip an open thought past you silence on deaf ears running all out of words for speaking this dialect that we keep going through extinguished language conclude i can't win with you louder than this diagram etched out and rolled up beside my bed at my command, you'll take my hand we'll make our way back to understand this outward push from you draws me in completing the circle around my head this outward push from you draws me in completing the halo around... so, take your hand off take your hand off, don't stand there without me take your hand off, so i can see those big blues staring so silently, patiently Aus Songtexte Mania