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could you really be so tired and your cellphone waitin by your
side
if not, i swear i´m gonna hold your hand and dream about
beeing you, like a churchbell rings this name in ny head, a nother
bell to ring, another dragged down fight, fat lips and open wounds,
another wasted night, no one will take the fall,
were do we go from here and what did you wiht the directions, you
promised me no dead and street and i´ll garantee will have the road