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On the day we're born our soul is placed inside a special spacesuit An amazing thing of flesh and bones, of fiber, tubes and cells Each suit is a different size, a different shape and color And it helps us get about the earth with other types of shells Astounding as it seems these suits are built to last a lifetime Though the measure of a lifetime seems to change from soul to soul Some will last for many years and others but a moment Still, each suit has been assembled with a purpose and a goal The control box for this special suit's located in three places And at any given time there's always one that takes the lead Causing all the other parts to follow blindly without question As they try to give the soul the things it needs The head (or brain) will analyze environmental input Using logic, rhyme and reason to design the body's plan The groin, much on the other hand, will travel on its instincts Hooking one suit to another when it can But somewhere in the middle is the most amazing feature Often acting as the liaison; connecting part to part It's the auricle of destiny, the pulse of life, the center: It's the thing we have in common called the heart On the day we die, though certainly it's open for discussion I believe the spacesuit has fufilled its earthly chores Providing home and shelter for the fragile human spirit SongtexteTill the time when it's not needed anymore Then the soul will find another suit (it's kind of like recycling) And though the lessons of the mind and of the groin are still in doubt It's when we learn to speak and listen firstly from the heart That our souls won't need these suits to move about Somewhere in the middle is the most amazing feature Often acting as the liaison; connecting part to part No sweeter music ever came from any other organ Than the one we have in common (the one we have in common) The one we have in common called the heart Aus Songtexte Mania