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where were you in this half-year epiphany and where are you now? i can see you are slipping away from me but i'll try to stick around funny i see my past as just killing time it all began with that kiss now we're learning how to exist and to watch the butterflies begin to fly away from here, in search for a new home and bear the loss of all i always thought we meant, 'cause it's something different now if only i found beauty in sharing daily tries or poetry in routine... or had faith in synonyms november sun, november sun must every story ever turn into something that just wasn't meant to be? november sun, november sun must every story ever turn into bored quotes from a lifeless narrative? november sun, november sun why would our story ever turn... into a good plot gone bad and misguided paragraphs just a story that was never meant to be Aus Songtexte Mania