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It’s onAgainYou hate itBut you know itThenYou know itAnd so do your friendsAnd you can sing togetherWhenIt’s onPretendYou love itBecause you love themAs you explode out of your phonesAmenTo make some music of your ownAmenOr you could hate it softly to yourself aloneA manAmongAmensA ringing bellOr programmed drums or both I couldn’t tellBut I rejoicedSongtexteA smoke machineOr swinging thurible it was hard to seeBut I lifted up my voiceWe’ve comeTogetherOver we know not whatA call to prayerOr the last for alcohol we didn’t careWe knelt and bowed our headsOr did we danceLike we might never get another chanceTo disconnectWe’ve comeTogetherOver we know not whatTo say I love youI love youI love youI mean itI want to feel itGod help me feel itI love youGod knows I mean itGod help me feel itGod knows we mean itGod help us feel it...We lie in bedThe wireless dancing through my head Until I fear the space between my breathI see an endWhere I don’t love you like I can'Cause I've forgotten how it feelsAmenTo love someone or thing for real AmenSo darling whenYou wake remind me what we’ve doneThat can’t be shared or saved or even sungIt’s on againYou nod your head and take my handAnd though I’m not sure where we’ll goAmenTo worship more than what we knowAmenAs long as you’re there I won’t bealoneA manAmongAmens Aus Songtexte Mania