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The brokenhearted break their bones up into bread then ball it up and stuff it in the holes in the sides of their heads. to stop the sound you stop the sourceor is it the other way around? to stop the source you stop the sound. my bones are brittleand i'm a little dry at the joints between them. pushing the choke in my throat downi told you i'd go downbut you don't knowyou never know. the open-hearted make such a mess of themselves. the empty-handed are pulling all the sparks right out from under their wheels. to stop to stop to throw off course of course i know how easy for all those who need and take and go. my bones are brittleand i'm a little tired of sitting and getting fat. we all should close up if we are sealing up enough then we are feeling nothing feeling nothing feeling nothing. Aus Songtexte Mania