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Falling down again, this feeling that you know so well-- a child scraping up his knees... Who's kissing the cuts and chasing behind you? Leo says that, â??there's no victims, only volunteers.â? I think that I believe that if there's a crime, there must be a crime scene. Sorry that we peaked in my California teething. Word on the street: the deal had been queered for quite sometime. Small print too small to read-- â??Take the tourniquet off and an artery will breathe" the East-side summer air, thick with smog and chaparral, hangs waiting for a breeze. Autumn, my friend, I hope that you've missed me. Whoa-ah-oh...that's what they say... Aus Songtexte Mania