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We grow apart We drift like continents Do we know who we are? Live truth or consequence I'm out chasing storms Dark clouds on the horizon I think I'm getting warm So much closer to my origins La-di-da-di-da We are the lost riders of yesterday We are the dead writers of mystery We are the driftwood washed up on the shore Salvaged by a beachcomber All night diner I'm running low on time It's now forever I'll walk the flattest line But I'm the only one and only Was an emperor of loneliness I've got no time for enemies I'm the maker of my destiny La-di-da-di-da We are the deaf ears to a distant war SongtexteThe dusty paperbacks in the used bookstore We are the driftwood washed up on the shore Salvaged by a beachcomber We are the lost kings We are the rebel voices La-di-da-di-da We are the forgotten language We are the castle ruins La-di-da-di-da We are the driftwood washed up on the shore Salvaged by a beachcomber We grow apart We drift like continents Do we know who we are? Live truth or consequence Aus Songtexte Mania