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Your memory, it knocks out me like I'm made of A living, breathing question I can't stop or start or pull apart So I become a child Stomping feet and hands And to justify those colder months I turn them into years, years And in them still no answers Just old familiar fears And an endless hope to feel That some day I'll belong to someone The way I belong to you The way I belong... Your memory is like some frame I depend upon For all the new fitted pictures in them I only see what's gone A hundred possiblities are worth none If none are taken There's a hundred thousand monologues Worth less than one conversation A question and an answer Oh, these old familiar fears Songtexte And an endless hope to feel That some day I'll belong to someone The way I belong to you The way I belong... Until your time comes my way I keep living I keep living Until your time comes my way I keep living I keep living Aus Songtexte Mania