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There's a thousand voices In my head todayThey say so many things At onceIt's all random Nobody planned themSpinning around in a Verbal floodWhat's that what's that Before you've begunAgreeing with yourself On every point except oneUnderstated when overheardEach thought relates To a languageWhich needs no wordWell consider it a giftLike an echoing mirageIn a maze of mirrorsOr feeling adriftOf a series of agesSongtexteWhile each stage RearrangesEverything in sightUntil figures of fantasySeem to take flight All across my viewAre the lines on the faces of Things that I thought I knewAre the lines on the faces of Things that I thought I knewAre the lines on the faces of Things that I thought I knew Aus Songtexte Mania