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Picking my mind, like a crow picks a pinewhen you open the door, there are ten more insideand it goes on and on and on and ona verbal eclipse and a mid-tempo riotyou are moving your lips causeyou can't stand the silenceand it goes on and on and on and onyou asked me something, that I consideredand having giving this a thought I just don't knowcan you settle with a dunnoi'm not insensitive to your feelingsit's just that every time i'm asked idunnocan you settle with a dunnoi'm indecisive but i'm consistentat least when it comes to telling you that idunnoit's like a sea-saw what i'm feelingbouncing up and downcruise controlled eyes as the clouds drift byin a whirl of ideas it's the worst that comes outand it goes on and on and on and onSongtextekissing your smile cause your teeth are so whiteand your tongue is plush and your pipes are so loudand it goes on and on and on and on Aus Songtexte Mania