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I'm not finding words that couldGreet my inner mind setI'm eloquently in distress andI'm eloquently such a mess andI'm over things that help me fakeSome phony type of intellectI'd creep and crawl right out my chairAnd raise my hands in the air Just to let you know that you're on my mindAnd my heart can't swing that motionBut we can try to fake like friendsBut we'll end up back the same I know itAnd I'm not counting time yet'Cause I'm young enough to waste itI'm laughing at my lack of trustAnd all I love and work so muchMy pains expense my countenance isOver driven, over workingI'm dumb enough to speak my mindBut smart enough to not let you knowThat you're on my mind and you've been that way for a long timeAnd we can try to fake like friendsBut we'll end up back the same I know it Aus Songtexte Mania