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There is no end to thisThere is no room to moveThere's something I must confessI can't deal with this messIf you are made to believeThat you are always wrongHypocrites are always rightIn case something else comes alongRepeat it againEcho echoIf it wasn't for youThese echoes would endYour memory knows no endsControls 'cos it runs so deepA convenient forgotten pastNever had a chance to find our feetWhen all is said and doneI'm still my mother's sonI've seen what's done is done, what's done is doneWhat's done is doneEcho echoLetras de cancionesRepeat it againIf it wasn't for youThese echoes would endThere is no end to thisThere is no room to move From Letras Mania