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I have no wisdom that can cool me down From tension's heat whenever you're around You're driven by your reckless need for change Just to divert the track you'd tip the train We're holding on And you press close completely by surprise With your face flushed the color of your wine Your scalding touch half tempting me to stay And there's no question that we'll burn someday We're holding on Blaming me for everything you can Waiting on the world to make amends We're holding on The city pulses bright Drawing the curtains tight Black label nights The heat of friction white Aus Songtexte Mania