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I've been stuck with my head up in this cloud I'd ask for help but I know that you won't Understand that this isn't one we can get through We start to cringe at every note we play We won't mend these ties that start to Break away from the good old days that we strive for Because I know that you’re the same And you'll always want it your own way And even if I playback tapes, CDs and demos break That were on our own with no guarantee this will work So don't trust us with this tonight From Letras Mania