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I can tell by the weight of your words that this is over All the should've but could'ves can no longer be This is the second death in the exquisite art of forgetting and i promise this to you i'll burn the devotion clean Filling every hole in my heart All of these melancholy moments can sometimes sink Everything you were is fiction, everything you are is fiction And if you see me chin down and toungue tied this is all ihave to offer I thought i'd never be asking This is my last laugh in this place of dying And for you. this is the last goodbye you'll ever here It's not suppose to end like this Aus Songtexte Mania