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All alone On the floor Next to your twin-bed box-spring and mattress The door Is ajar From afar You can hear bands practicing And when they dream they all Dream of somebody like you Somebody who takes what they make Twice as seriously as they could ever hope to do And when you dream You dream of a day When you find something you could love half as much As you love all your little round mirrors See yourself reflected in one, there's a hole in the middle You can't seem to fill Bring them home Watch them go All you know is you hope they'll hurry back And you cry Then you lie your frail body down Like a penny on a railroad track Letras de cancionesAnd even if they stay in touch The past stays in the past But every time You crash a little bit harder than the last And every time you crash don't you Wanna find something you could love Half as much as you love all your little round mirrors See yourself reflected in one There's a hole in the middle you can't seem to fill A shooting star is A little piece of Cosmic debris desperately wanting to fall to earth It doesn't get too far It's not a real star It's hardly even worth footnotes in your memoir Shoulder to shoulder Up on our tip-toes Chewing our fingers And craning our necks Just to see Quite the collection Divide by section It's just a surrogate connection leaving you all alone On the floor next to your twin-bed box-spring and mattress The door Still ajar There you are and now you're coming to stay until You can find someone who will love you as much As you love all your little round mirrors Murdering your time in cold blood There's a hole in the middle you can't seem to fill From Letras Mania