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the candle can't bring me love not a thing can't warm my skin or sing like you no thing can boil my blood and sting like you do someday I'll stop buying things that don't give me the high that's missing there's no room between they'll never be what was you no blanket can hold me no bath plug can stop up this hole or control this blue no cup can catch this spill stay filled with the feeling of you someday I'll stop buying things that don't give me the high that's missing there's no room between they'll never be what was you someday I'll stop buying things like I'll stop missing you I'll throw everything out of the door You must use objects without hearts just like you Songtexte someday I'll stop buying things that don't give me the high that's missing someday I'll stop buying things like I'll stop missing you someday I'll stop buying things like I'll stop missing you . . . ? . . . vacations . . . ? . . . ? even the things you didn't give me Aus Songtexte Mania