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I'll drag your lifeless body out of that burning houseAnd in your pain you'll say to me that you didn't mind being dousedWell if you've lost all feeling, you need to move aroundLet's take a walk to Melbourne and just crash on Pauly's loungeDon't cryDon't look behindBattling your memories is often half the fightI promise I don't own the kind of music that she likesWe'll drink a lot of red wine and listen to The SmithsI'll lend you some sad albums for when you dwell on itDon't cryDon't look behindThe hunger only eats you when someone takes the cakeI wish you weren't compelled to keep on feeding my bellyacheDon't cryDon't look behind From Letras Mania