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I'm never really satisfied until i'm home early every night- a sort of bold social suicide, or a temporary place to hide. There never was a plan tonight until I showed up at your door. Although I kind of knew all along that I would end up on your living room floor, hoping you don't mind. There never is a gaurantee. You might get really sick of me right in the middle of our special night. If you would leave, that would be all right. I'm never really satisfied. A slow kiss and a bottle of whine doesn't make anything OK. So i'm leaving anyway, hoping you don't mind. Aus Songtexte Mania