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Way down the track Made the wrong turn Finished up where I started You noticed the change came over me Fell in love with my own reflection How does it feel Beneath your own wheel Feel like an accident Waking up Under a bus with my fingers crossed Now is the time we could make it up So, you lost the fear It wasn't that bad Left to your own devices Yeah Still a young girl Eyes on the clock Tick like a motor running out Magnets and words upon the fridge Speak to the poet in all of us I missed the page that you thought about Drew in the frost on the window pane And who, I wonder Could fail to notice Letras de cancionesThe aching silence Come down I'm humble now I hope you might come back In your own time Left to your own devices And so Thats how it goes Never the first Always the last to know From Letras Mania