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(Benson) This is only a bird's eye view of how I See things between me and you And everyone in between It's just how it seems to be You can't escape the jails Or the crucifier's nails So just have a seat Breathe slowly and deeply Repeat after me: i'm sorry The tv's always on And if you press your ear to the wall You can hear you can hear The tears hit the floor You can see right through to the core If you just wear these special glasses I've got a theory About the man and his wife And how the other half dies And what really goes on when they're all alone So dress your sons and daughters In neutral colors and pray So dress your sons and daughters In neutral colors and pray Aus Songtexte Mania