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My hold on myself is always slipping away These hands could play with matches, they could take the pain These city lights, if only they knew what I do The town would fall in darkness, The people would blame you Why, just why, does it seem I will be miserable always? I'm told sometimes we need to believe in what we can't see My hold on myself is always slipping away These hands, they can build houses, These hands could paint a scenery, But they could never protect an infant An infant I can only hope they'll bury me in the deep blue sea Since you constantly claim you'll dance on my grave This isn't a science or an art anymore This is war Aus Songtexte Mania