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when something has you pinned and the contraption that you're in won't let your day begin and every rustling of leaves is the thieving of your thieves and sleep is obsolete like bathtub gin you can hear the big black clock an no, it doesn't slow or stop it just ticks as you tick off what might have been so here's a song about nothing and everything at once oh the minutes and the months nothing and everything at once so here's a song about nothing and everything at once oh the minutes and the months the feedback and the drums oh the feeling noise becomes everything at once the oaks and the sweetgums on the street where you are from everything at once nothing and everything at once nothing and everything at once Aus Songtexte Mania