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Magician steps into a photo booth he's taking pictures to remind you that not every illusion's untrue I drag a sun spot down to your door I translate tv for the girl with the cough and mark the days as the tattoos rub off now the committee suspects I've gone soft I drag a sink hole out of the ground I know you hate this moon marching holiday and the potion convertor's wife May I know the names of six hundred sixty six stars and men who's allegience leaves scars escape, escape clause a tribe of half men live under the bridge killing rabbits to feed all their kids I'm living with them till they set of the squibs and they abandon the company store hieroglyphics appear in my x-rays my flight for Egypt takes off at 8 there's a man who can decipher I pray I'm a vessel for somebody's code (Chorus) Aus Songtexte Mania