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Down at the bottom of the SoundI've got you trapped in my subconsciousness In another time Before the wasteland was such a mess We held onto our tracts of innocencemy love I'm so far in the distance a billion miles of seayou don't think that I said was trueyou don't really want to be deceived my love I'm so far in the distance can't see me from herewe started on the groundwe've got nothing better to dowe've got nothing better to do than claim our tracts of innocence Aus Songtexte Mania