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There is a voice That hides behind my words That swing from my breath To call on my will, or ring in my end And I know what you're thinking But you can take my word This is not a drill, this is the real deal This is for real Can you count the debt my limbs owe Or the love that they have yet to sew Through the sings on terracotta tiles On the floor before my open door Oh, if heart and hand change directions And line up on separate fronts Just to design an illusion To sew into my arm And I know all that I have left here are my wits and my will And I could paint your ears in white noise If my heart would just hold still What do you take me for? My will is but a burden that I wish that I could trade But now is not the time to wish for washed hands And I've found a friend beneath my skin, And fell in love beneath the pen Prove your words, find the meaning behind your concern Prove your worth, solve the debt that you owe to this earth SongtexteBut in debt, I know I can earn All this love (behind my tongue) And my step and balance have kept in the dance with this all So this is my voice the shame in the pavement And the pride in the print So this is my voice, the shame in the frame And the pride in the print Aus Songtexte Mania