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Little white houses, a white picket fence and a 9-5 Numbers in the thousands of times that I swore "This would never be my life." There are so many things I take for granted So many places that I've yet to go But I'll just sit here feeling restless In my safe suburban home And you told me "Son, you will never get anywhere with this." And what makes a man is not how many times he's used his fists There are so many times that I've swallowed my pride Like when you told me I would always be alone So I'll just sit here feeling restless In my safe suburban home I want something more than this I need something more than this There's gotta be something more than this! Aus Songtexte Mania