It's a sick story that you wear
We sucked up all those tears
And its a sweet thing to be a
Little scared you're just a little
Scared things don't grow up too
Fast you're such a photograph
In time the waves will take their
Place over your head and we'll
Be happy then the rest of us are
Safe we're chasing dreams away
It's not a question of choice but
What I can and can't believe in
I'll never find a way to reach
The things you could see then
We never spoke of what was to
Come because we never knew
We could be ripped apart so
Easily little sister you know
You're dead to me we're all alone
Where has the time gone
Where has everybody gone
That chorus calls to you we
Have a place we're waiting for you.
Fragen über Manatee
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