Manica may refer to:
A manica (Latin: manica, "sleeve") was a type of iron or bronze arm guard, with curved and overlapping metal segments or plates, fastened to leather straps, worn by Roman gladiators called crupellarii, and later by soldiers.
As early as Achaemenid times, there were references to "cheires" which consisted of hoops of metal that would be worn on the rein arm of a cavalryman. Hooped armour became extremely popular in the Saka, Parthian, and Kushan kingdoms and was used on both arms and legs. They can be seen at Khalchayan and on many pieces of Parthian artwork. In addition, two pieces were excavated at Taxila, dating to the 1st Century.
Roman troops fought crupellarii in the revolt of Florus and Sacrovir of 21 AD. From Trajan's Dacian Wars come the only representational evidence for the use of the manica, and we do not know if its use in that campaign was widespread or rare. Manicae (along with metal greaves) are attested as a supplement to metal body armour on several reliefs depicting that campaign, including the Tropaeum Traiani at Adamclisi and Trajan's Column.
Manica is a genus of ants within the subfamily Myrmicinae. To date it contains six known species.
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yeah yeah, oh, ho oh oh
oh wo
um, can I talk to you for a minute?
inseparable, that's how we were
through anything, you were my world
i gave to you, you shared with me
for the love of you, i'd give anything
i would chill with you
you and your crew
never complained 'bout the things you do
but it see it now, how it all went down
can't take no more
don't want you around
never told me the whole truth
now i'm wishing that i knew
the real you...
how could you do this to me?
never hurt so much
i see, plans i made for you and me
they can't be...
these are the last tears that you'll see from me
cause i ain't gonna cry no more
cause i'm sick of you hurting me
i ain't gonna cry no more
'cause you don't deserve me
i ain't gonna cry no more
pack your stuff up and leave
i ain't gonna cry no more
cause i'm tired of you, me and she
and now i can't believe all the things you did
all your secret trips, just to see your kids
what about the crib that i've never been?
is that the one that she lives in?
but soon you'll see
that the man he's not
the "un-love" affair will soon be forgot
and you will miss me, but i won't miss you
you can pull the key, cause now we're through
never told me the whole truth
never wishing that i knew the real you...
you didn't have to do what you did to me
never hurt so much i see
plans we made for you and me
they can't be
these are the last tears that you see from me
used to think that you and me were in love for sure, but iwas wrong because
but you led me on, but i was wrong
but now i found i don't need you around
you gotta bounce
i'm tired
ain't gonna cry
i ain't gonna cry
it's not the fact that it's your baby
but it's the fact that you lied
and you hurt me
pack your stuff and leave
i'm sick of you
i'm through with you
i'm done with you
i'm tired of you
i'm tired of your lies