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Hold on hosanna, make your way right back towards that mouth you crawled so surely out of rather than this bearer of shit. That mouth, what it said I can pronounce an opinion with its worth, but I don't want to listen to what the word is gonna' say when... There's too much progress to find ourselves just where we know we started. I know I'm not, he says I am. That mouth, what it said I can pronounce an opinion with its worth, but I don't want to listen to what the world is gonna' say when he grows up, taller than the sky, above the world he didn't see and looks down only to find the whole lot of rarities. Aus Songtexte Mania