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And that night I laid awakewith thoughts running through my head.As I tossed and turned the hours fled.The cold morning sun is drawing near.The wind whispering and house settling is all I hear.Thinking about my future.Thinking about my past.(Thinking, Thinking, Thinking)About the things that haunt me.This isn't the first time my overactive mind has kept me upand it won't be the last.This isn't the first time and it won't be the last. Aus Songtexte Mania