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Be the wind...find me breathing lonesome next to myself. Let my past be the mast I need to set my sail. He's pissed off, but he's still on his best behavior till I'm gone. We got some insignificant words to replace with a song. And I would kill just to lose my mind. You would kill just to have my sight. We could kill a man so love can find a way. What I would give just to say.....I have gold in my hands for the weaker. I have bread for the lives of the rich.Help me leave myself. Help me leave myself. Give me words, give them health. Help me leave myself.I have gold in my hands for the weaker. I have bread for the lives of the rich. O yeah, they are brighter. Aus Songtexte Mania