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Teksty: Houston Calls. A Line In The Sand.

Our stars are never aligned, awaiting the unfeasible's a failure of our own design.
You said you need to decide but if you're not gonna listen then don't bother to ask for advice.

I close my eyes I fail to recognize the look that I knew I'd despise - a murderer in a thief's disguise. I'm about to live the life you thought we'd live together. I said you'd leave you said you wouldn't I guess I knew you better. I should have seen the writing on the walls. Should have had the guts to call but you don't have the right to call.

It seemed like it was all planned right down to the compliments you gave me with the back of your hand. I guess there's nothing to say, a line in the sand has no meaning if you walk away.

It's not like you do this normally, not like you to say I'm sorry. You know it's too late for apoligies - too soon to come back to where you wanna be