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Here he comes, lack of fashion sceneHe's kind of crazy and he's sometimes meanSome call it a social form of cancer (that's me)I have no idea what's going onThe last two years I took friends to promI'm the kind of guy who always poisons dancesAnd I'll never see a prettier face than the one that you make blowing hair from your eyesAnd I'll never hear a heart with such beats, full of passion and a love for lifeAnd I'll never taste a kiss oh so sweet it could melt all the flesh off of any man's bonesIt's the first time I've felt a touch to compete with the safety of being aloneI'm such a wreck, no one talks to meAnd rightly so, I'm a sight to seeBut at the same time, I'm not to be seen with (uh-huh)She takes her strides oh so perfectlyI watch so close, don't want to miss a beatAnd the pleasure of her company belongs distinctly to meDon't you hurt my heartDon't you even tryDon't you say a thingWords just lead to lies Aus Songtexte Mania