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Voices heard in fields of green Their joy their calm and luxury Are lost within the wanderings of my mind I'm cutting branches from the trees Shaped by years om memories To exorcise their ghosts from inside of me The sound of waves in a pool of water I'm drowing in my nostalgia Nostaligia Ay, ay, ay, nostaligia The sound of waves in a pool of water I'm drowing in my nostalgia Nostalgia My nostalgia My nostalgia My nostalgia Aus Songtexte Mania