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From the mattress that sleeps on the floor I think that you should know that I couldn't Love anything more than And the times that we've spent on your novels and plans Killing all of the silence without blinking or moving a hand I want to take you for granted Rip off your clothes like a bad force of habit I want to take this for granted Roll on the floor as if we hadn't planned this at all From the broken back seat of the van I wanted you to know that I miss you as much as I can And the books and the letters you stowed with my shirts Cause me laughter and fear and a new kind of hurt I want to take you for granted Rip off your clothes like a bad force of habit I want to take this for granted Roll on the floor as if we hadn't planned this at all (What'd you think. Chase the truth. Make me believe) Aus Songtexte Mania