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I had a dream Then the dream had a dream And then the dream had me I was lucid, I was free My heart, my brain, my body, my hands My voice, my blood, my lungs, my love I’m gonna turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, turn it up (Woohoo) I’m sick of turning it down I’m sick of holding it in I’m sick of tiptoeing ‘round Quietly bleeding Now I’ve opened the lines There’s gonna be a transmission I’m sick of waiting for signs I’ve made my decision; it’s to offer it up As for the haters They will be first against the wall Oh yes the haters They’re lost and gone forever more Songtexte You can have all my heart, my brain, my body, my hands My voice, my blood, my lungs, my love I’m gonna offer it I’m sick of turning it down I’m sick of holding it in I’m sick of tiptoeing ‘round Quietly bleeding Now I’ve opened the lines There’s gonna be a transmission I’m sick of waiting for signs I’ve made my decision I had a dream, I had a dream The dream had a dream The dream had me, the dream had me I was so free My heart, my brain, my body, my hands I’m sick of turning it down I’m sick of holding it in I’m sick of tiptoeing ‘round Quietly bleeding Now I’ve opened the lines There’s gonna be a transmission I’m sick of waiting for signs I’ve made my decision Aus Songtexte Mania