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Polish the broken glassThe dust of your dirty pastBut every time that you askIt puts me in spinsThese are just memoriesThey don't mean anythingHow much of this is meAnd how much is you?Such is the ironyThe chains and the shacklingAll the old garden games binding these twoSuch is the game we playWe have such a little sayIn what's worth remembering and what I forgetSo I choose not toAnd I choose not toAnd tarnish the legacyHobble it at the kneesShred every single page until you can breatheIf this is defining youSomebody else's viewThen after the interview you can give inInstead I will choose which of the battles I fightFor which of the causes I dieSongtexteThe people I love save meWhich of the battles I fightFor which of the causes I dieThe people I love save meWhich of the battles I fightFor which of the causes I dieThe people I love save meWhich of the battles I fightFor which of the causes I dieThe people I love save me Aus Songtexte Mania