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This, this is not a bandYou, you are not a fanNo one can tell a manhow to use his handsTake, take this little song(dust it off, put it on)No one can tell you how(to return to a burning town)Why does it feel so wrongif everyone was already gone?Now that I'm old,where do my hands go?I have been toldif you're not carefulYou'll never find a way homeYou're gonna spin out of controlHear, hear the way the players change(hear when I reach the end of my range)When I sing, I think of my limitations(in my dreams I still have the hesitation)Maybe I was wrongSongtexteMaybe it's just a songAnd the same coinwhen you feel it you can really loveIt's the main pointcan you feel it can you really love?My head is stuck in sandThere is no ocean, there is no bandI am strandedNow that I'm old,where do my hands go?I have been toldif you're not carefulYou'll never find a way homeYou're gonna spin out of controlI remember hoveringstop tap-dancing and start shovelingI remember floatingI'll stop climbing, and start rollingSo, hold me just a little bit longerNo, that sinking feeling is getting stronger Aus Songtexte Mania