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BETWEEN THE STACKS IN THE LIBRARY NOT LIKE ANYONE STOPPED TO SEE WECAME THEY WENT, OUR BODIES SPENT AMONG THE DUST AND THE MICROFICHE DARK WINTERS WEAR YOU DOWN UP AGAIN TO SEE THE DAWN IN YOUR WORN SWEATSHIRT AND YOUR MOTHER'S OLD SKIRT IT'S ENOUGH TO TURN MY STUDIES DOWN NOW THAT YOU FEEL, YOU SAY IT'S NOT REAL I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD COME OF AGE LET ALONE ON A MOLDY PAGE YOU PUT YOUR BACK TO THE SPINES AND YOU SAID IT WAS FINE IF THERE'S NOTHING REALLY LEFT TO SAY YOU'RE TAKING TOFFEE WITH YOUR VICODIN SOMETHING SWEET TO FORGET ABOUT HIM IF YOU GO YOUR OWN WAY I WILL GO MY OWN WAY AND WE'LL NEVER SPEAK OF IT AGAIN DON'T CHECK ME OUT! (Thanks to Harold Navarro for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania