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Sometimes it means giving up everything to get what you really wantSometimes it means giving up what you want to get what you really needSometimes you don't know what it means, what you want, what you needAnd you're just too tired to even get out of your own wayEverybody's got some secret way to copeSome religion, superstition, philosophy, or dopeI bit off, chewed up, and swallowed everything I could digestbut I admit, I'm still hanging, Hanging by a threadCome on, boys, roll in the big picture and hang it up in front of meSo I can just sit there and stare....maybe it'll come to meWhy did this happen to me? Where do I go? What should I be now?Every voice is screaming except the one I want to hearEverybody's got some secret way to copeSome religion, superstition, philosophy, or dopeI've bit off, chewed up, and swallowed everything I could digestbut I admit, I'm still hanging, Hanging by a threadAll the self-help bibles talk the talk: "another lesson you gotta learn"I've lost track of all the times my hand was bit and burnedIt's not that I'm stupid, it's just that the fire keeps changing its faceFirst it's friend then it's foe.....how am I supposed to keep the faith?Everybody's got some secret way to copeSome religion, superstition, philosophy, or dopeand they'll lead you down the path until you've been misleadand there they'll leave you hanging, Hanging by a thread Aus Songtexte Mania