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Precipitation is fogging her glassesHer heavy heart fogs his brainShe mumbles whispersSomething about, "I just can't be what you need" Her back is turnedAnd she's fleeing the sceneHer hair, a metronomeHis head is dropped in utter defeatHe knows she's leaving homeCause every time you're nearAll I see are my own imperfectionsThat's why I'm in this carDriving in the other directionThrow away our photo albumsAnd rip the pictures off the wallI was never worth the effortNever worth the time at all Aus Songtexte Mania