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Sixes hang in the door What kind of shit to ignore I've cut the cloth (Ooh, hard line circle) How to know who to write How to know who can cull up all the questions (We know that I'm right, 'cause) To clean out a night I fell in love I heard about it I heard about it I heard about it Oh And so it's not in your clasp What's the function or the task? Well, I'd stun and I'd stammer Help me reach the hammer (for then what will I ask?) That's a pair of them docks Mooring out two separate lochs Ain't that some kind of quandary... waundry Take me into your palms, what is left when unhungry? I learned about it I learned about it SongtexteI've learned about it Oh I'm still standing in Still standing in your need of prayer The need of prayer No, I don't know the path Of what kind of pith I've amassed Long lines of questions Lessons (lessons) lessons But what do you lose to concede? And Yes it's hard to believe When 'em sold from your sleeves Just come off of your kneel Please, please, please I can admit to conceal No, that's not how that's supposed to feel Oh, no (it's not for broader appeal) Fuck the fashion of it, dear I've laughed about it I've laughed about it I've laughed about it Oh Aus Songtexte Mania