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it's been 22 hours heading south on a bus alone but not for long my head hangs low, i'm so tired, i'm just waking up in georgia we rode through fayetteville, chapel hill north carolina places you don't know and never will but who'd care if we had each other, head to shoulders and hands to mouth but you're not here so how can i say that when i know it's not fair that i even suggest that but one day will come and one day we'll know where we could be we can count the stars on the highway like they were exit marks a mile between them and everyone a place with every place a found home hearts with answers and emptys heads filled with words about how you left we could be alright, and we could feel safe if we pretend every mile is home but you're not here so how can i say that when i know it's not fair that i even suggest that but one day will come and one day we'll know where we could be buses serve best to seperate, it's not evil but inappropiate don't mean to sound cynicalbut i can't understand how you stay i've got to tell you, i don't change my bedsheets don't even recognize my pillowcase where we sleep doesn't change our dreams sometimes it's best just to run with it but you're not here so how can i say that when i know it's not fair that i even suggest that Songtextebut one day will come and one day we'll know where we could be but somewhere i lost touch with you you disappeared without a clue and sometimes i think that we had so much but everything breaks, everything, i touch Aus Songtexte Mania