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burning pictures... faded ways... why fight it? burning bidges... charred remains... why fight it? make-up doesn't make-up, (you don't tell me anything) the make-up of our lives. Letras de canciones check-ups, there are bugs here, (you don't know anything) the most intimate in spies. when we have nothing, we have something in our lives. I can live one more time, I think, I hope, I hang my head. the way you remember, you stick your face in it the way you remember, you wash your mouth with it think I can, no I can't, no one can. From Letras Mania