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Does it fitMaybe you're the one to blameDon't even try to call them outJust give a little time to find yourselfIn spite of all your cluesMaybe you're just a foolBreathless, waltzing after youHaunted, under a blood red moonPush 'em away, try to keep the thoughts at bayUnrecognizable youMeet the demands, of a rigid and cold popular viewJust want you to hold my handBut I'm breathless, waltzing after youHaunted, under a blood red moonI'm holding out, holding out, calling after youBreathless, we move to our own tuneI don't have a point to makeBut I argue all the time with only youBeautiful youAnd I'm breathless, waltzing after youHaunted, under a blood red moonI'm holding out, holding out, calling after youBreathless, we move to our own tune Aus Songtexte Mania