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Distance is up. Static is down. And all the east coast, Has burned out. Save for me. Save for you. There's nothing here The BBC. Sleep in shit, and stinking too. Freezing point, free to choose. I woke up dead, in my bed. Too much shit in my head So I could never, Think of you again. No I could never, Think of you again. Guitar. And there's a sign, That it's all mine. And there's some reason That I might find. Letras de canciones I got some plans. To follow through. To find something That I could do. It's always the east coast, Always the asshole. Doing the right thing At the wrong time. Hanging half drunk, Everytime. Anytime. So I could never, Think of you again. No, no, I could never, Think of you again No, no, no, no I could never, Think of you again. No, I could never, Think of you again. From Letras Mania