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I admit that miss you but I'm stuck with my issues and you I know you have yours toWe broke up with the pastso there's no turning backNow you're broke to the bones after days by the phone you had itYou said I'm done I quitI'm the puzzle piece who can not seem to fitAnd I felt that way toeach decision resolved in a trialThe judge pointing at yousaid I'm guilty of wanting to travel those milesSo we sneaked out of court and we marked out our course but for what? A predictable end Saw the plot for our eyes as we went round the bendNow you move to your big flat your roomy is telling you that"you could make money like meif you just go ahead and drop those commie ideas"So I look myself up with the dreams and ideas that I've gotLetras de cancionesSomehow you're always nearas I'm staring out into the empty airWondering who's to blame?The playwrite behind all tragical plays?The pictures too big to fit in a sightso make them small and black and whiteIn the sun on a park bench six cold ones and memories of dayswhen we both were youngYeah, since then I've never had so much funYou said it's a bad habitbut mine you can't have it you knowFor the state that we're indiagnosis call for some strong medicineMy mind went absentwashed away with a glass of absinthYou said "it's cheap I bought it abroad"so we just laughed and had some more From Letras Mania