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I don´t know the person I´ve become A slave to all the demons inside my head I try to run away they´re everywhere I go Sunday ride, they´re on the radio The television has taken over my home Crawling up the lines of the telephone I´ve given all my love to The Sensualist All the pretty things, so hard to resist Every single day is a search for more I´ll start a revolution on my own Things are gonna change when I throw the first stone I feel it´s getting closer everyday I´ll have to break the curse that´s been set on us It´s gonna be a mess cause I´m afraid we must Burn down this place and start over again I´ve given all my love to The Sensualist All the pretty things, so hard to resist Every single day is a search for more Fill me up with pleasure so I can reload I need some entertainment before I explode SongtexteEvery single day is a search for more I don´t need your love I´ve given all my love to The Sensualist All the pretty things, so hard to resist Every single day is a search for more Fill me up with pleasure so I can reload I need some entertainment before I explode Every single day is a search for more (Thanks to Leaves for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania