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We, before there was we she only she, me merely me lonely only...in our diaries Walking, walk, walking away just to lift a leg to start is the hardest part I turn and trip on my clumsy heart I always trip on my clumsy heart ...we were in two halves, we didn't quite match she ground down my corners, kissed me for the foreigners spilling their drinks down the nicest clothes they packed She's always just inches from me Letras de cancionesinches on a map, distance or destiny will you will, will me away "goodbye" is no good, time to say who should stay I know a dive hiring nights near Japantown We, then there was we calls only calls, cellular fees we tragically reread entries...in our diaries We were terminal at the terminal we shed all out metal, kissed me for the federales scanning our bags for contraband and blades From Letras Mania