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Alexisonfire - rough hands. ( en del av texten ) Was I left behind? Someone tell me I survived. With rough hands and sore eyes. So don't speak, I am tired. Lets just live through this life. Sometimes love isn't about how much someone suits you, but about how much you are willing to change to suit them. All my bones are dust. And my heart are sealed with rust. Those hands will always be rough. Two people , too damaged , too much , too late. One day my hands were too soft. One day she said "I am tired". One day her clothes were on my floor. One day empty bottles. I am not saying she is my last , I am just saying that she could have been. It doesn't matter how rough these hands will get, It doesn't matter because I'm not her man.
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