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Thought I saw you Payphone on Rucker Michelle I still want to give in I'd understand if you did How long must we live right Before we don't even have to try? Note from your daughter Drawing of three flowers I still keep it with me Did she still want to sing? How long must we live right Before we don't even have to try? I hear the sound of a million drums With no beat Violins with no melody I'm sick with it - Quiet I don't blame you for wanting out I'm kind of close myself No love, no amount Never enough to go around From Letras Mania