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There's a theory that says when a bottle of perfume is getting emptyIt starts smelling like the corresponding scent of the opposite sexSo all the efforts made to forget or move on are totally ruined('Cause) it reminds you of her or him and there's another theory that says hiI would really like to know the truthBut she was killed when she was youngAnd I'm so weary when I've got no proofI hate when the dream's too longEvery man has a databank with dimensions stored in great detailOf every female human he's met, but we still don't know what that's forSome girls happen to burn their dinners out of joyFor they think too much of a boy and forget the frying panI would really like to know the truthBut she was killed when she was youngAnd I'm so weary when I've got no proofI hate when the dream's too longOnce I bought a coat and then home, I found a phone number in my pocketSo I thought the saleswoman wanted to go on a date with meBut it was only someone who had reserved it and left a note in itStill I was grinning a bit since I got the last one of this kindI would really like to know the truthLetras de cancionesBut she was killed when she was youngAnd I'm so weary when I've got no proofI hate when the dream's too longIn five years you'll tell me what happened and in ten you'll tell me whyYou are all that I despise and I wish that you were dead From Letras Mania