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run backwards my mind and it's all just a blurjust the same old Saturday evening possessions againit's been five years long and a matching opinion to match your electric upsidedowninsideout and I've always maintainedthat the girl in your eyes can't be trustedbut my ears fall on deaf wordsrun backwards my mind and it's more than a blurjust this same slowdance of the kitchen and thensome years late a matching obsession to match my collection but it's not what it seems and I've always believedif there were one good thing that came out of thisit'd be youbut my words fall on an empty plain that was never a homeyou're all I see From Letras Mania