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You're 100 million miles away from my feetNo questions where and how and God do we meetAnd I'll sit on these hills that walk far beyond this placeAnd I'm afraid when I wake up, I'll wake up in my graveAnd I've nailed the arches of my feetSo I could look up at the skyAnd wave my skinny fingers till all colors dieSo I can count one by oneEach wind that I'll make their ways to youAnd all keep the wolves awake at nightUntil dawn a shake it's headAnd say son go on back homeAnd never return to this lonesome placeThe only home that still burns of sweet oakAnd she says love is just a wordSo is hate and goodbyeYet we use themJust like God uses ChristJust like the rain a use the soilIt all goes to dirt Aus Songtexte Mania