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I think its high time that I heard the news, The truth hurts but the truth is that I already know. Your history precedes you, your history precedes you. What did you expect when you live with thieves? Don't take your eyes off your treasure. Why can't I seem to walk in a straight line, On the beach, along the ocean? I'm just so tied up in these vines, and its about time, This is forgotten. You'll shatter like glass. Just a product of the north west. To you the offender who brought on this shame, At high noon my six gun is calling your name. Why can't I seem to walk in a straight line, On the beach, along the ocean? I'm just so tied up in these vines, Its about time. Aus Songtexte Mania