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Itchy brain and stomach pain I don't know what it is It's overload, queue offer, but try not to ruin this A glance and elevator chat I was unsettled She turned to me and asked if I liked heavy metal She said, "Are you into metal?" Well no, I don't know, I guess so, I hope so Will you make out with me even if I don't? Cause we've both got hooded sweatshirts and it sure would be a shame If these hooded sweatshirts both went home alone I can't sit with eyes fixed on the screen for fifteen more minutes I just wanna look in your eyes but all I can see is the back of your head I've always given up, lie down and take it cause I was too tired Now I'm undead, now your face is in my head Who knows if there's really something to it Cause I'll never know for sure So I'm waiting, calling, signaling distress It's such a mess So I won't be unhappy anymore Aus Songtexte Mania