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These double entendres and bills that we've launderedthese mountains are molehills and the gypsy boys wanderin search of their first love, in castles up highwhen pressed upon it, these words are just liesIt's proof I'm awake the the truth I can't break as long as you take a hold of my neck we strangle each word, till it all sounds absurdand then your healing get blurred, 'cause sounds are all we gotLove is top draw, like an old pair of socksneatly tucked away, that my grandmother bought mewith the savings she had, every Christmas morn,and now I'm feeling so bad, 'cause all my socks are torn upThese judges and juries, convene in a hurrybut there's no need to worry, 'cause their sans can't hurt meand the powers they've got, oh they seem like a lotoh I just ain't enough to stop the meaningful stuffSo keep dressing yourselves, one leg at a timekeep stacking those shelves with empty bottles of wineand this basement we're in, it's a fool-worthy messwe're all living in sin and we couldn't care lessThis windstone we're pissing is quite the conniptionSongtextethe soul jurisdiction, we all bleed with convictionwrestling demons, on an empty platformand our elders are screaming ?why won't you come back home why won't you come back homewhy can't you come back home??Well I don't think so??Why can't you come back homewe need you to come back?As long as we run from safetywe'll find a way out here maybe as long as we run from safetywe'll find a way out herewe'll find a way out here maybeas long as we run from safety, we'll find a way out here maybeas long as we run from safety, we'll find a way out here maybe Aus Songtexte Mania