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They say that men think about sex twice as often as they thinkI think there is too much stress placed on the secret meanings of thingsThey say that if you chew your ice it means that you're loneliest at nightSo you bite through frozen feelingsBut I just think it's very nice to tear right through their crystalline structuresDon't tell me, don't tell me whyWhy I do do what I do, I don't know, I don't know why I chew the cubeIt's just what I doIt's just what I, just what I doSome people say that parlor tricks are unfit for companyInstead they see displays of wit as worthy of complainingThey say it took Rubik for weeks to unscramble every pieceHis 54 faces grace us with God's numberI just know that it feels so right to slide each slice into its fourth dimensional chamberSo don't tell me, don't tell me whyWhy I do do what I do, I don't know, I don't know why I solve the cubeIt's just what I doIt's just what I, just what I doThey say that Van Gogh lost his ear so that he couldn't hear his demonsWhat part of you would you cut off if you couldn't wake from dreaming?There are still some who draw a line and say that art belongs in timeAnd moving backwards is an illegal motionBut I think there's a tidal flow, there's miles to goBecause style's a pretty big ocean, and don't tell me whySongtexteWhy I do do what I do, I don't know, I don't know why I sculpt the cubeIt's just what I doIt's just what I, just what I doSo tell me, please tell me whyWhy must art be origamiInto a box and held under a lock and keyWhy can't it be freeHow can a thing just be a thingAnd still be nothingThis is not a pie (this is not a pie)This is not, this is not, this is not of this pieWhy can't I be freeI want to be freeBecause if I were freeNobody would ever ever ever ever have to pay for meWhy can't I be freeWhy can't I beWhy can't I beWhy can't I beA cube Aus Songtexte Mania