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It came to our coast the wind of neddles and sand The end of our street has lost its head in my head Tossed in that black nor in the feeling and boom The tower gave in to its poor stealing too soon Your luck , your luck Your cold luck has turned Walk out, walk out Till bright side lost its blue Your luck , your luck Your cold luck has turned Walk out, walk out Till bright side lost its blue The pedestals to which we hold All might fall down built upon on The pedestals to which we hold All might fall down built upon on The pedestals to which we hold All might fall Aus Songtexte Mania