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Turning the tables Letting the fabled story unfold I'm not a fighter I'm not a man who balances gold I'm not the lying I'm not the mining kind I'm a debaser I'm gonna melt mistakes together I've known danger Played my strengths in the hand of stranger But I'm not the ridden I'm not the hidden kind I won't be the kind of lover who takes you hand and holds another No I won't be the kind of lover who takes your hand and holds you under Cold is rising Dancing with the dead and dying The hunter is near Pen for a sword and a tongue for a spear The scent of attrition The bells of the mission sound I won't be the kind of lover who takes you hand and holds another No I won't be the kind of lover who takes your hand and holds you under Aus Songtexte Mania