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Where I started off by swimmingI felt the waters far too deepAnd if I never reach that ancient tractor fieldThat my soul determined will run sweetAnd my sweet uranium where I take itThere is where people never goI'll meet with willow nests,I'll pretend that I don't knowThat my thoughts are dryThey are never waterAnd they are never to be trusted by their callSo now I'll appear with bad mannersTo that apartment full of paintI'll stain the path I'm onStill I guess it's way too lateTo let the soft ones outAnd melt them on a sirenBut they are never to be trusted by their callNo they are never to be trusted by their call Aus Songtexte Mania