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a thinking part through a window pane i thought i'd find you holding glass and shooing flies away but you lowered me as i was lying heart first on the road you left me gripping myself nineteen your hands were feeling warmth because they were lit and left to burn off gather hands and tie them to your arms please drive further the race is on i figure nothing can stop me if i keep moving so i leave my things to you you grabbed my legs and begged me to break it off but your shoes were worn through and your laces broke in half eighteen one more thinker wont help your fight From Letras Mania