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We sped through Iowan fieldsThe corn waved us in like marathon crowdsWe were on the insideHappily ready to lay down and dieAny day, any dayAfter this will only disappointWe pitched the tentAnd in our headsTomorrow would never comeNo going backNothing called homeOnly our faith in the windWe were on the insideHappily ready to lay down and dieAny day, any dayAfter this will only disappoint(Unintelligible) We dared to catch the bulletOf time between our teethWe gave the darkA sidelong glanceWe danced among Songtexte(Unintelligible)Any day after this will somehow seem amissWe sped through Iowan fieldsWe pitched the tentAte our beans with our hands Aus Songtexte Mania