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Paroles: Ian Kelly Musique: Ian Kelly Tired of mesmerized smiles you kept from me Your enemy Mirror, you sometime are my only company My terror Sleeping on a couch, springs are pocking ouch I am not a patient man Rocking on a chair, my soul demanding air A trip to the country and while I'm there Understand, what you want from me, I can't give you They are fat sounds coming out of my head But I can't seem to understand what they mean And louder voices talking I don't know they said It seems a man would leave this place People, try to understand, into the head of the man his hand is full of sand Dreaming, he's left his misery. Has money for a land, buys only the best brands People, try to understand, into the head of the man his hand is full of sand Dreaming, he's left his misery. Has money for a land, buys only the best brands Sleeping on a couch, springs are pocking ouch I am not a patient man Rocking on a chair, my soul demanding air SongtexteA trip to the country and while I'm there Understand, what you want from me, I can't give you Why we cannot stand the better things We'd be on the top collectively The greater things are there for me See, I'm only shining in their shade Aus Songtexte Mania