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I've got no expectations. I complicate the complications. I've got no objections to whatever's going on. Filled with anticipation. I decorate with decoration. Try hard to be the focus of it all. Tell me you want me, cause I don't believe you. Feel the frustration. Life is the slowest form of suicide. Feel the frustration. Truly miss the sensation. I stimulate the stimulation. Hard not to miss the way you rub me wrong. When is my expiration? I fascinate my fascination. I can't believe I'm hanging on this long. Now I deny all allegations. I instigate the altercations. I'm always right, or almost never wrong. Aus Songtexte Mania