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Can you feel the walls beneath my tongue?A wax rendition of what's been doneBefore again, you bend the pieces to fitand I wait for all the vans to leaveevery one but me into your family carplace where all the guitar clap,and they like you moreyou're the last one pickedbut at least they're sureand you stand in front of them allstretched out like a tower, bet you never felt so tallwonderful, first string boy won't let them cut you downstand up on bleachers and shout to the (???)Is there a place where we can speak?A staircase? A stairwell? A street?happiness camps on your front porchstay awake, go away, stay awaySince there are so many explanationswhich one should we go with into your family carplace where all the guitar clap,you're the last one pickedbut at least they're sureand you stand in front of them allstretched out like a tower, bet you never felt so tallwonderful, first string boy won't let them cut you outstand on the bleachers and shout! Aus Songtexte Mania