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Hands are achy but I'm hanging inHear the camera's chorus hitting againstA drawer of letters, pictures, poems, and craftsAcross town two lovers tap their glassesA system re-evolves strengths in sizeSeven years again apologizeThe Christmas season system bundles up its tiny blistersfeels a tingle in its gut, a thirst to be sureEvery pop song tells you one of two things:"It's gonna be alright" or "It's nothing at all"The future runs the showso how does the system learn to deal with now?Limbs are curled up, I'm staying inI like the pride of space, but then againThe floor is cluttered and the walls are bareIf I could clean my rudders I'd set sailSystem crashes, human criesSystem crashes human lifeIt's just easier not acknowledging information impliedLeave the outdated heart traff? behindEvery pop song tells you one of two things:"It's gonna happen" or "It's just a dream!"You just can't believe the sound in the air that singsJust because you're in the air that doesn't mean you're flying, flying. Aus Songtexte Mania