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Been feeling these emotions again, while driving maybe it's the constant motion, the lights collidin'visions of child staring sleepily out the windowvisions of old that grab hold and guide the pen flowas he's carried to his bed on the backs of giantsholding tight around the neck, cause an ax is flyin'whizzing past his head, sheltered from the acts of violencewe pretended te avoid the walk, had to act real silentKaleidoscope of thoughts, run the tract inside yehthat dark place that you fought, just grab n' ignite itwatch as the doors unlock, you're practically cryin'slow down and stop though it's sad to see Bryanit feels good to face the shadowsfingers grip the swords hilt, in the midst of battleknocked off the horse's saddle as your helmet gets rattledit's a dangerous path, that which leads to an adultMrs. Fairy godmother, please grant me a wishI've been living in this mist, in a family of fishhaven't really used my fists, nor had alotta shitthat's why my only wish, is for the lonely to get kissedCan you understand the words rolling off my lips? Or should I make the trek up north so I can ask Saint Nick?Cause As I sit, I reminisce, of all the people that I miss lives were stripped, I made a listI can't ever, forgetSongtexterising outta the darkness, the question what if?What if?As we crossed the great plains into Gordon Ranchhad no clue what to expect in these northern landsman with the black book in hand said not to scorn his plan????layer of protection, thorny landscapekept all emotion buried deep, stole the lair's key below the stair's feetat the end of a road I said I won't dare reachand for many years I let my wounds shut or healdarkness loomed overhead the hills of Butterfieldslowly, yet surely, I uncovered a shieldopened my eyes, life was suddenly revealedfound the way to shine through with pure imaginationwhich keeps us alive preventing it's stagnationI was broken 'till reforged in an eleven furnaceI stared into the abyss and escaped lickity splitthough it tried to resist I was much too swift for it's bag o' tricksand in times of crisis I find comfort in the words of a hobbitIt's dangerous business heading out your front steps, so as I sit,I reminisce, of all the people, that I miss, their lives were strippedI made a list, I can't ever, forgetand while alone in the darkness I can't help but ask what if X3what if x3some were taken by the wind, some were taken by their sinssome were taken down the river to a world that never endsbut time will come to pass and I'll see them againI'll see them again Aus Songtexte Mania