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What you now are seeking hope to real life don't give it till the weekend it will take weeks, months, years, it will take you your whole life cuz its not a question of the convalescent time its a thought that lives in the back of your mind it is a story told with many different endings somehow it will always sound that same its like the dreams we chase these days, well they all have patents pending, but none seem to hold your name, your name, your name, your name so we try to figure out why you never think of anything smaller than galaxies while spend eons wondering what happened to our thundering its gone Aus Songtexte Mania