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Who said you made the best of me? A new test for soon well safely see If I’m right, or I’m wrong. There’s no care when anger writes a song I question all the words you say Pressing Teddys heart I pray Proclaim there’s no misleading But this is how I feel A straight face to overcome it so A brisk pace into it. Now know We are all amiss. Do you think I cant see more to this Than his hands upon your hips? Or see you linger on his lips And still want it, still need it? Lets kill the hops that feeds it I’m over you, but not the sentiment of losing you If anyone should ask me why I ache and pain, or sleep alone Or drink the lonely nights, its cause Im over you But not the sentiment of losing you. I’m open but a cut is not a game Well ascribe Pandora be your name Have I a need to fight Miss Ill-shed-and-boycott-you SongtexteIll not miss you When your friends are those you slay. Teddy falls and fades away But still wants it, still needs it Lets kill the hope that feeds it. Aus Songtexte Mania