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It was me,that trimmed my teethon a bottle of red.And then I feel the raspberry seed.How can this bethat I'd fear the ones who would hold me?And inside fires, under those who would never chase me.I will recognizeone of these late nights,all I've left behind.It was me,bit the hand that feeds,and slipped away,without thought of the bleed.How can this bethat I'd fear the ones who would hold me?And inside fires, under those who would never chase me.I will recognizeone of these late nights,all I've left behind. Aus Songtexte Mania