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stop the car and search the street... fist through the wall; you don't have to speak to me or anyone we can see through anyone, yea... and all I can dream is to have you here with me worn-out antique, is nothing as it seems? in this moment... here with you... this moment... too much of a good thing can be a very bad thing these nights spent talking are doing my head in and I'm weak and giving up and I keep on giving up giving up on you and me... From Letras Mania