So much of not enough.
Everything I do, reminds me about you
Maybe we have to much to come out
I can not feel love, and I can not feel pain
Then of course is all the shame, and killing time
It's still my favourite game.
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Everything I do, reminds me about you
Maybe we have to much to come out
I can not feel love, and I can not feel pain
Then of course is all the shame, and killing time
It's still my favourite game.