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Separate me from... Separate this... Life is all, life is always tales of lost and living I could almost feel the breath that you were almost giving I could see the silence in the way that you were talking I could leave the signs and sirens if I could ignore it Friday night, lose a little liberty Saturday night, lose a lot of money Sunday night, think about Friday All my life, things change Things change Things change Life is separated Things change Things change Almost every day In almost every way Sights and sound of love is all that's left of modern living Search for signs of life down alleyways of hidden cities Friday night, lose a bit of sympathy Letras de cancionesSaturday night, lose a lot of money Sunday night, think about Friday All my life, things change Things change Sights and sounds of modern living I just can't do without the sights and sounds of modern living Things change Things change Things change Sights and sounds of modern living Sights and sounds I just can't do without Things change Almost every day In almost every way Sights and sounds of modern living I just can't do without the sights and sounds of modern living I told the doctor, "Separate us" He warned us, "Both may not survive" Things change (Grazie a Jackstar91 per questo testo) From Letras Mania