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You`re not the man you used to be I can tell that you still miss her Mistress, lover, friend or fool All offer you a shoulder. Behind your back they`re running scared One look can show a hundred words I think you`re really searching now While you glare and stumble on The days they are escaping you. If you reach a junction soon You can ask for my direction. Still if it`s dark inside your room There`s no chance of my connection. There`s no chance of my connection. From Letras Mania