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We're made up of the same kind of tiny sharped vesselsOh please, oh please, just be kind, I'm not made to wrestleThe kind of carpenter eye that built the sunken tunnelsThat let us sneak up behind my darling Harriet TubmanWe're like the marching band of lies that cries and asks us for moreOne point, we gave up our lives for something we didn't care forBut people often have times when they don't want to go forwardIt's nothing more than a line just don't give up on your moralsI wanna live up to my own reputation of moreMore joy, more pain, more love for living like an assholeWell, you'll maybe make up your mind answering, "Maybe, I guess so."We'll make a ship out of pine sail to the California oceanJust don't count on when it's overIt's just something you have to shoulderNever getting up and never getting olderIt's never been done before you know itIt's - aha, you're laughing soberTwo drinks done, you gain composureOver everything done and everything forwardYou push yourself 'til you're ten feet underIt's me and the sun ten minutes laterYour hangover's done, you finally made itOh, when it's done, when it's overYou'll never be alone, you'll never be soberJust wake up, just pretendYou're only alone until the endYou're dressed up and you think it's bestTo leave me alone just like the rest Aus Songtexte Mania