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I put on that sweater you gave me I woke up in the kitchen a few minutes later I didn't know how I had gotten there Did you guide me I didn't make it to your funeral I didn't want ritual nor resign I just wanted to hold hands with J.P and Mary-Jo But I couldn't conjure tears We're too good for stupid angels Mike just held his breath beside me Burned the air till it was gone Till it was gone Till it was gone Couldn't pay my respects to a dead man Your life was much more to me And I chased away with sticks and stones But that rage kept following me Following Me Following Me So lost I was asleep in the palms of your hand In dreams we were happy and safe I can't comprehend the ways I miss you They come to light in my mistakes In my mistakes Letras de cancionesIn my mistakes Now I'm travelling down Tacoma way And the world turns in slow motion Its the twilight of our old home And I'm still in love with you Oh here on South Tacoma way We've memories for matinees And the tears come warm and heavy And the cross streets bare your name And the cross streets bare your name From Letras Mania