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?Seeing you in desolated state,When you lay your life into the hands of fate.Everything that matters is bedshaped.Pills you take with water, food you just ignore and wait.Glad you still remember my first name.Makes me wanna cry when you repeat same things again.Then you give me money just'Cause I came to see youMemories of life at 92...Do they make you feel as if that's all that you could do?What about the struggling life you had?Do you find it pointless - all this "struggling to the end"?But I can't let you sit and stareRight into the voidTo breathe your life into the airBecause...It means too much to me... It means too much to me...It means too much to me... It means too much to me... Aus Songtexte Mania