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Longtime and all i have is this picture in a frame captured you, but you're wearing off You're still a pure gold lady and i am still a mule Love to write but i'm searching for a muse i always win ,always lose, devotion's not needed and beauty's not required and what we had was just crippled love poison your tears for your song, your plan, your years She wipes out thouroughly, leaves bits & pieces here no science needed to figure out that her aim is present lets nothing come in between Makes your life seem, like a breeze that passed you by a cloud not noticed and you can't denie that her ways weren't cunning & weren't from beneath the soul and what we had was just crippled love poison your tears for your scam what we had was crippled love nothing else but crippled love all of my days is not enough all of my time is not enough Aus Songtexte Mania