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2, 3, 4Please sit down my love,It's time we had this talk.I never use the words you want to hear.But if I ever did, we never would have found the reasonsthis will just not work for us.All these silent memories,like the drugs we did when you couldn't find your feet.And every day we celebrate a new religionbound by opportunity.Another war, an endless battleWhere we push and pull until there's nothing left.And now I roam these roomslooking for another move to makethat will take me nowhere.And after 30 years,a hundred thousand beers,I still have questions and no answers.And all these violent memories,like the drunken night where I broke the bedroom wardrobe.And every day Songtextewe celebrate a new belief in our undying apathy.Another war, an endless battlewhere we kill eachother over and over again.I could still imagine youas you move across the roomwith almost nothing on at all.Can't remember what happens nextit's blank and blurryand all the brilliant thoughts dissolve,all the brilliant thoughts dissolve.And everyday we celebrate the underlying truth of everything we are.Another war, an endless battle where wekill eachother over and over again. Aus Songtexte Mania