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all the phone conversations we spent in silenceseemed so meaningless to mewhen at the time, i didn't realisejust how pointless they would beat the time, i was just happy to have someone to holdat the time, you were unhappyand i saw my future foldas i fell in the arms of another...all my words were fuel for the fireand i just couldn't take a hinthow six months worth of fighting stemmedfrom what should've been a one night stintit's funny what you rememberafter so many daysyou found me singing 'israel's son'and i found you in your pjsand i found the arms of another... From Letras Mania