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Oh it's by chance that I'll divineWhat happened to you beneath my eyesWhen gold strikes silver and silver strikes goldAnd the seventh is a secret never to be withheldIf your baby cries for water, how can you let it alone?We glue your lips together, you're a horse for slaughterWe've got to let it go onIt's these inane pleasantries that dilute me from my mindAnd you from the ground you breakIt's these mindless decisions which so fascinate The hearts, the hearts, the minds I breakOh and now we're living in bubbles you knowLike our father predicted we wouldAnd the sentiment that you carry onLeaves you stuck in the pastAnd now we're living in bubbles you knowLike our father predicted we wouldAnd the sentiment you carry onLeaves you stuck in goodnessIf your baby cries for water, how can you let it alone?We glue your lips together, you're a horse for slaughterWe've got to let it go onIt's these inane pleasantries that dilute me from my mindSongtexteAnd you from the ground you breakIt's these mindless decisions which so fascinate The hearts, the hearts, the minds I breakOh and now we're living in bubbles you knowLike our father predicted we wouldAnd the sentiment that you carry onLeaves you stuck in the pastAnd now we're living in bubbles you knowLike our father predicted we wouldAnd the sentiment you carry onLeaves you stuck in goodnessOh! She's such a beautiful twisted childAnd she cries out on the hourShe cries out for the blood that laps at the feet of her fatherOh! She's such a beautiful twisted childSuch a beautiful twisted idolAnd we all should be up to no goodAnd we all should be up to no goodSuch a beautiful twisted childLeaves you stuck in the pastSuch a beautiful twisted idolAnd we all should be up to no goodShe's going to leave you awhileFor you to lose your vacant smileAnd me to deliberate the acheOf the hearts, the hearts, the minds I breakOh and now we're living in bubbles you knowLike our father predicted we wouldAnd the sentiment that you carry onLeaves you stuck in the pastAnd now we're living in bubbles you knowLike our father predicted we wouldAnd the sentiment you carry onLeaves you stuck in goodnessSuch a beautiful twisted childSuch a beautiful twisted idolSuch a beautiful twisted childSuch a beautiful twisted idol. Aus Songtexte Mania