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A slip of a tongue and fist A slight of a hand like this Touch of the fingertips Ghost of a note we skipped We are bound We are falling through you We are bound We are falling through Moment of bitter bliss Licking our Judas lips Throwing the timeless fit With tongues of a fire we'd lit We are bound We are falling through you We are bound We are falling through We follow sons amiss The sons of the counterfeits The devil has called me from inside We are bound We are falling through Counterfeit sons Counterfeit sons Counterfeit sons Aus Songtexte Mania