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run the water 'til it scalds you know that i'm listeningpitter-patter runs the shower hits the bare porcelainwatch the dirt run down the plughole, hear an echo withinthey described you in detail, i knew everything...an artist's impression of the manhattan skylineand a soon to be burned scar in the perfect shape of the sooner statei fall to my kneesmy piss-soaked jeansthe first time, the last time, all the times in-betweenthe first time, the last time, all the times i would've liked there to have beeni can't believe i chose the mountains every time you chose the sea... Aus Songtexte Mania