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Cold like money, other arms reach out for me So stunning, the wood for the trees Other eyes smile tenderly Saturday pouring, ice is clattering Hanging off the ceiling Grip on this feeling Then we leave at your word At your word, at your word And it's the best it could've been We go home together To our innermost We go home together And then we leave And it's the best it could've been We go home together Aus Songtexte Mania