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I can read, I can write I can breathe, proven fact Bless my greed, greased unfold Is it me, or my ego Write some words, make them rhyme Pieces for, story line Set the mood, something new Is it me, or my attitude If you want, to belong And you miss, the extremes The extremes, acted out Practicing Perfecting Pressuring Unto to me I will wade, in the fire To explain, your asylum Idle times, analyzing We'll compare, all our sightings, come on I speak, to hear, my voice Aus Songtexte Mania