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the telephone is ringing, disconnect the line the tension is building but I'm alright the stars are colliding, so you might as well let me go the television is burning because I set it on fire the wheels they keep turning, but i'm fine what about the questions we have locked up inside somewhere, somehow we've been denied hand in hand we walk behind pretending, defending while our souls are tied It's only the third hour, my conscience subsides But something reminds me that you lied What about the consequences? This can't be right Aus Songtexte Mania