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you wander the desert but you're not sure if you're wise because there are no leading stars left in the sky the gifts you could bring, abandoned like hope sand washes clean, glassy eyes cope still can't find my way from here i hope that this concourse informs me where to go i think i've got time but how do i know? tradition aborts you and justice fails every time culture imported, residence is not crime Aus Songtexte Mania