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For as the leaves are to the limbsSo all the wool is to your sonA comprehensive historyOf the stars was briefly accruedAnd the solitary sounds you made I get to hear it every day'Cause you're the shape that gives me shape/shadeYou're the reason in the fogIf I'm the only one who seesThe light reflecting back at me If I'm the only one who seesThe light reflecting back at meThe light reflecting back at me -- Cloak the knife my defendantNot so abrupt to dare you're soldHands up the spine our dependentAnd fraudulent the claims are sownPawn consoles his demented devotee of insane and pausedLight abandoned and selfless you're offered up for LentConsole yourself get high and defenselessOn the knowledge you were stitched and sownSongtexte -- Fraudulent they cried in his master's voice a puppet showFor/the circumstance enthusiast is lost on youWhen you hear these words know that them I own (they're my own)Can you say the same?As the leaves are to the limbs so are we/theWords to your soul Aus Songtexte Mania