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the sweetest symphony is full of hot despair but all too soon you're erasing my whole kiss a dance we had six years ago when we were young and scared full of empty promises and threats so we complained about a place we'd never been and argued over pictures in a book it always feels so incomplete another day, another street another suite on Easy Road i used to know just what i'd say if you confronted me how come i can't remember now? you ask why i write such good songs i think it's plain to see i have to let it out somehow no one can sing like me and no one can play guitar like me and no one says the things i say and no one else ever feels this way i can't explain myself it would sound much better from someone else but you chose me, and you were wrong and that's why i write such good songs in the time it takes to make one mistake you're up and gone and i'm so tired, that i just watch you run Songtexteyou always hide my evidence and clean your snowflake fingerprints off the loaded barrel of my tongue i can't ignore you anymore but what else can i say? it seems absurd to argue now i guess we should have kept in touch cause when you can't talk, you think too much and it all builds up 'till it all comes out when everything i try to say comes out so foolishly i have no choice except to lie so when i tell you that i hate the things you do to me i wonder why i even try no one can sing like me and no one can play guitar like me and no one says the things i say and no one else ever feels this way i can't explain myself it would sound much better from someone else but you chose me, and you were wrong and that's why i write such good songs -repeat chorus- Aus Songtexte Mania