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There's flash of dead eyed in these horse faced hours of oursDon't let this be how I'll be rememberedThe truest humanity seems to be in dialogueTorn to paper shredded cowboy menaceTrue love never hatedThe two donkey childs that will be remembered for our hearingIs there a therapist?Is there a psychosis?Is there a comedy outside?How can you perform, how can you operate?Is there a solution then?Why is there an apocalyse?There's no such thingHow can you operate, how can you perform, how can you exploit?How can you operate, how can you operate, how can you perform?How can you operate, how can you perform?How can you operate, how can you perform?How... Aus Songtexte Mania