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where's your dirty mind whenyou need it, you left tha tin your 8th grade suit, maybe some girlswould think it cute if you put it onshow 'em what you're made of, yeahwhat happened to love,in its first stagewe left that when we wanted morenow tell me what should be in sotrebe adventerous, show 'em whatyou're made of, yeahall this time to die, all this time to die,too much time to die, all this time to dietoo much time to die, and i just wantto die. all this time to die, all this time to dietoo much time to die, and i don't wanna diewhere'd you put your mind, now you need ithaven't focused in a while, and don' tyou wish that you could smile, try your hardesthardest, show 'em what you're made of.do you feel good, like a sunraydoes your guitar squeak on the sheetsand do you feel incomplete, not enough sleepnothing nice around to eat, yeah. Aus Songtexte Mania