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i made you a mix tapeokay it's not a tape at allbut it's full of sad songsthat make summer feel like fallthe reason i'm callingthe thing that i'm trying to saymaybe i should come overthe truth is i'm on my waythe truth is i'm on my waywhen i was anotheri knew you a little whilenow all of your loversare waitng for you to smileyour sons and your daughtersare torturing you with wordsreliving the pastbelieving in reverbthe priest of the futureand the pastor of present tenseare out in the alleydestroying the evidencewe harbored a fugitivethe essence of wasted youthall caught up in fishnetsyou smoke on the roofLetras de cancioneswe navigate freelythe arc of the starbright eveningthe classic rock stationsays "don't stop believing.""it's more than a feeling."the priest dressed in crimsonthe pastor in whitethey are never wrongthey are never rightwhen i was anotheri knew you a little whilenow all of your loversare waiting for you to smilei made you a mix tapeokay it's not a tape at allbut it's full of sad songsthat make summer feel like falli remember the momentthe bullet returnedback into the guni was looking for somethingthat can't be encodedin zeroes and ones. From Letras Mania