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Things had gotten out of handWe had ceased to understandWhat had started out as funHas now become a loaded gunWish we could start again this timeBut things would be the same old messWe'll have to leave it now behindHoping you'd find your own addressYou know I'm headed for the sunAnd you are reaching for the blindI can hardly find the wordsAnd you can hardly find your mindWish there was something I could sayTo make things better or OKYou think you're right all of the timeSo what's the use to speak my mindAnd I know you wellAnd I know it's hellYou've got to kick this thing aliveAnd if you look upon my listNumber one is to surviveAnd I know you wellAnd I know it's hellYou've got to kick this thing aliveAnd if you look upon my listNumber one is to surviveAnd if you look upon my listNumber one is to survive Aus Songtexte Mania