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I stare out the window Collecting interference Sometimes my whole life's A near death experience Don't tell me What's best for me 'Cause what's best for me Is we disagree Sometimes it feels like Eating glass Sometimes it feels like Eating glass all of the time I measure the floor Walking back and forth The telephone don't ring Doesn't give me anything I am filled With the need Confident in knowing That I need Sometimes it feels like Eating glass Aus Songtexte Mania