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your eyes go crossed eyes like mineyou'll regret that when you're oldercarefully sturded prideand a chip on your shoulderand i think maybe i'm betteri think may be i'm better offmy wit goes limp againmaybe there's something about youwe circle a sanctumand avoid the lucent break throughtake planes and trains and 95 straight upsubdued sentimentplanes and trains and 95 straight upthis just feels fittingi cross out these memories of sanctityi cross out this memories, it's a funny thingi choose this immunity that consumes mei cross out this memories, it's a funny thingyour eyes open widein an open-handed effortour strong minds can collidewithout this vigilance we exertand i think maybe i'm contenti think maybe i'm complacenti cross out these memories of sanctityi cross out this memories, it's a funny thingi choose this immunity that consumes mei cross out this memories, it's a funny thing Aus Songtexte Mania