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Internal crash took up seconds and stole his years, which are hard to earn backYou keep bringing him flowers while he sleeps the whole day throughFinally you found a way to see improvements that aren't really thereYou lift an arm; you lift a legAnd they don't move, but he's still hereAnd everyday, he tries, and he'll adjust fineAs long as you let him through, he'll do a lot more than youIt's hard to keep driving back with no progress that you can seeYes there are little momentsMainly it's bland cubed carrotsStrapped in a chair on wheels, the view outide just makes him sigh, "I already fought a war. I didn't think i'd be fighting more. But here i am back again, something more to defend." Aus Songtexte Mania