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How was I supposed to know I was a knife at a gunfight, the new kid at last week's show? I'm sure you've seen it all I thought if someone could listen, at least I won't be alone I am juggling identities I am scratching at a scratch on the surface I am sick of picking different scenes and still feeling like I've already heard this I was young, I was angry I grew up but nothing could change me Oh 23, why do I find hope in all the wrong places? I'm a scratched cd, repeating mistakes on a regular basis I am fighting with old enemies My dissent is a fact with a purpose I am sick of looking after things That have stopped looking after me, I'm a courtesy I was young, I was angry I grew up but nothing could change me Aus Songtexte Mania