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on the clock you never let me think of quitting "our" shop 'd be nice 'f you paid a visit or any mind I'm a stranger without the time. accident shouldn't o' flown in nasty weather all alone 'bet your last words were stupid the god of fire purifies the missing wires hiders hide intents to play both sides you don't dare ask them why this dead horse is a liar the tables turn like tricks, an instant fix you'll know what you've found on a dead moon Aus Songtexte Mania