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maybe it's the feeling you getjust beyond the hillwhen you see all the city lightsmaybe it's that feeling you getat the bottom of a bottleand then it really hits youyou're never, never coming home from the warsyou let your whole life be defined by itmoments you can't preventevery last drop 'til you forgetmaybe it's the feeling you getwhen you feel like dyingunder the blurry street lampsmaybe it's the feeling you getunder a bath tub of waterand then it really hits youyou're never, never coming home from the wars. Aus Songtexte Mania