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They say he has grace like any bull in a china shop(fallin, what can you do)He walks in the room, counting time on his fingers(look at what's haunting you)We're messed up, cause you fucked up(seems like I never knew, how to lose you)Break in two I do now count your fingersFar from home you leave a trailSee anymore? It was obviousBy now you should knowHow can all get lost so farWhat are you looking forBreak in two I do now count your fingersFar from home you leave a trailSeems like I never knewTryin to get throughI'll never, never let it pass on toTryin to get oldYou'll never, never let it go out From Letras Mania