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Searching for the perfect alibiYou weren't even there and so was IPicking up the pieces of our loveA shot slipped through your gloveWhy must you even try?'Twas the year of 1910 and 2I climbed the marble arch and gave my heart to youBut we dug our trenches in the sandAnd nature took commandAnd her sabres ran us throughOh my bitter angel, did you find the upper angle??? and watch it all come tumbling downAre you beneath the rubble with a matchbook and a shovelTrying hard to dig your way back out?So blow another round, boys, heal my heartBut one day keeps you whole, the next day tears you apartSo let's add some caution to the windIf it kills you in the end and you weren't dead from the startOh my bitter angel, did I leave you torn and tangled?In the night, I took my things and walked right outThe bridges, they need burning just like tables do their turningOh some day I'll be the one climbing out From Letras Mania