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These hands want to miss youThey're feeling old, worn, and washed up They don't want to look for you anymore in the missed connections We're getting warmThere's syncopation in our toes I feel the rhythm, we're getting sore Waiting for patience to knock us both in new directionsCan we go as far as the roads are willing to take us to catch the wrong busTo make us learn our lessons upside down And find each other on the worst side of town I'll be keeping you warm and taking you home At least I thought When it's all talk of some wishy washy lovers It's got me breathing this air that's caught my tongue The fear of it all is how this mirror makes its money Taking pennies from the water and banks on lucky stars No more leaning on these walls That have crumbled far too much I've crumbled all my own And of course these winds can't keep me up I've been kicked out twice this month I'm the bottom that's breaking off Oh, come onLetras de cancionesI'm curious about the way this city worries About me listening to the calls I wish she'd make me These buildings swarm and keep my cozy, but will things work?My piggy bank tells me I'm broke But I'm still working on my steps Coincidently I've fallen flat on my faceIt's okay Newer faith in mistakes And they won't go away And they won't go away From Letras Mania