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Under attack, the virus loads inOut in the back, people are smokingOff to the rack goes the chosenSo eager to pleaseI'm glad we talked, I'm glad we could sit downbut now that it's off can't we just pleasecall off the dogs, sketch out the next roundcause i don't know how long I will lastwith this diseasei was asked to believeit is so cold out here in denialbut you would think that I'm the only one hereyelling at walls, poking at foreheadsscratching my knees, taking my timebagging the leavesi was asked to retrieveall your childhood hopes are such a tease,cause grownups, fools all weI am the lost echo of good sexain't that the truth. i will bet youthis is our train, this is our lifebut that can't explain why this will not dieand this will not diethis will not diethis will not die Aus Songtexte Mania