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i ask for movementfor opportunityjust sit and wait forwhat i think i needi ask for common visionto end the cast at seai'll make a deal with patiencei might find what i needi hear the faintest laughterin these small seashell wallsi empty soiled pocketswhen the low groaning callsfish can feel a presencebut they can't sense the manrusted hooks lay barrenon broken seashell sandi have wanted you to find meaway i hide this, away i hide thisi have waited for you to find meaway i hide this, why'd i hide this?heaps of scaly crinkled messesslimy fingers, dirty fingersheaps of scaly wonder-fishesSongtexteone part movement, grey sunshinefish are just a simple membereven of color, grey sunshinebobs can dip and points can sink ineven more with grey sunshine Aus Songtexte Mania