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Well I took abuse as a poor excuse in some social circlesonly to find what a waste of time it was to be nervousand when I see you I'm on fire from the words I finally heardnot taken, just taking my time.Claire, if you don't come home tonightI will take it as red that the things that you saiddidn't come to much more than a lie.and life is hard on breaking hearts sometimes.And when I heard the news I just refused to even acknowledge how we arrived at this point in timewithout even noticing this is not what you had plannedfor the days when you went all the way to within an inch of your lies.Claire, if you don't come home tonightI will take it as red that the things that you saiddidn't come to much more than a lie.and life is hard on breaking hearts sometimes.And these are the lessons you learn from the questions you fight.and well I know this isn't living, but at least we're alive.this lust for better days, and a hope that things will changeand I know this isn't Mensa, but at least we're alright.this knack for holding on, and the sense that something's wrong.Letras de cancionesClaire, if you don't come home tonightI will take it as red that the things that you saiddidn't come to much more than a lie.and life is hard on breaking hearts sometimes.And these are the lessons you learn from questions you side-stepand answers avoided that you'll never findif you don't come home tonight. From Letras Mania