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When I was eight I was sure I was growing nerves Like steel in my palm Make a map of what you see Dragged pain effectively I was eight I was sure I was growing pain Like lead in my feet S.O.S. to my mother Take the hinges off the door S.O.S. to my mother Take the hinges off the door Oh, oh, sugar spell it out Like oh, oh, sugar spell it out Like oh, oh, sugar spell it out Like O, like H in your gut Like O, like H in your gut Like O, like H in your gut In your gut S.O.S., S.O.S. When I was four plus a ten SongtexteI was swinging fist Like nails in a board Pull your hands inside of you Six years 'till I'll be through I was four plus a ten, I was swinging bad Like a race to be sure S.O.S. to my mother Take the hinges off the door S.O.S. to my mother Take the hinges off the door Oh, oh, sugar spell it out Like oh, oh, sugar spell it out Like oh, oh, sugar spell it out Like O, like H in your gut Like O, like H in your gut Like O, like H in your gut Like O, like H in your gut (S.O.S., S.O.S., S.O.S.) In your gut, in your gut In your... Aus Songtexte Mania