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This life is what you make it,This life is what you make itGot a phone call from you,I was sleeping, and you were half-drunkI almost fell to the floor As I answered the phoneYou said you nearly hung up,I'm glad that you calledAnd I'm glad I was homeGood to know you're still aliveTraded heartache, stories and laughterFor the rest of the nightAnd you told me how your life is nowThat you steal everything you needAnd you're makin' your own historyUnder a flag that's black and redClasp my hands in the shape of an islandAround the back of your neckWhisper stories right into your earI'm sure you'd rather forgetAbout when we were young,And when we were dumbTimes when we'd sleep all day longAnd wake just in time to see the sunsetAnd stay out until it was dawnAnd it's funny how our lives are nowSongtexteWe still steal everything we needAnd we're makin' our own historyTogether, under a flag that's black and red,Black and redThis life is what you make it,This life is what you make it,This life is what you make it,This life is what you make it. Aus Songtexte Mania