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Lies that imply the space We will be friends with the enemies Lost in your sense of taste Did you know you were next to me Labor days, wounded hearts How we fake, how false we start I'm stuck on this long island beach We all making army for my enemies A faint disarray of intention And I'm a guest of your invention What's the rest of this dance Does the promise of this just ends As we get what we can Well there's too much within your head Labor days, wounded hearts How we fake, how false we start I'm stuck on this long island beach We all making army for my enemies Cut the lost, cut the time I don't ask, behind your eyes Shadow bonds can make a friend (How I nest?), the shadow games Labor days, wounded hearts How we fake, how false we start I'm stuck on this long island beach We all making army for my enemies Aus Songtexte Mania