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Sharp words hang in the cold night air, and you stare into the distance on purpose. A charming, warm make-up song about two stubborn, clumsy lovers who are just too much alike. If every word we throw only pushes us apart, let the night wind carry it all away - force quit, case closed! Saying sorry first hurts my pride, but I hate to let the night end like this, so dinner is on me this weekend. Tonight, once again, let us call it even.