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In their old ways Can be there again Blend it away To bend it back again It's a truce It's standing toe to toe Near both Throwing the first blow To leave a couple teeth to spit out We swim out away I hope we don't start to cramp At least it's not our age Can always float on our backs Well It's true It's true in what they say It's a host And you don't even know You just laugh Laugh and when you don't You just stare And it's not even there It's a joke And it's always a big deal SongtexteTo people who that don't matter at all They're callin' all the folks that you know And their voice is always so very small If we lend our gaze It's like'n not come back So hold your breath babe There's always one more left You said a good pays It's the kind of sort of thing that always wins And when we finally cross the line We're dragging behind Your stroke will be the least that defines There's always a distance Between a shot and a whistle Between a shot and a whistle Between a shot and a whistle (Thanks to Chelsea for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania