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Here I am again; I am here again,and if the wood and the wet pillowin the other room, where you're sleepingwith memories of snake oil.And this is my blood, and we're still developing;you're fast asleep; we're still developing.And snake oil is the secret, sea-bound likea slow, steady volcano,and sometimes it burns sweetand sometimes,it can burn a hole right through you.But we withhold our hearts when we make phone calls.And this train is moving too fast to jump off;I hold, I hold on.Well, maybe I don't knowthe first thing about myself,SongtexteBut I am trying really hard to,grab this coat and not give up;And it's true that when I think about my future I go blank;You are looking at melike you got something you could tell me.Well, by all means, by all, by all meansBy all means, by all, by all means. Aus Songtexte Mania