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Blocking out the thought is how we get there When we get it wrong When we get it wrong When we get it wrong When we get it wrong When I get it wrong, when I really get it wrong When I get it wrong, I really get it wrong When I get it wrong, I really get it wrong When I stall, I really stall When I stall, I really stall When I stall, I really stall In a triumph stag and I'm nowhere and near the track Holding onto the road like it's my last day Teach me like it's your last day Like it's your last day too Teach me Like you would have me do for you Why can't I (where can I?) Fuck Why can't I (where can I?) Fuck Aus Songtexte Mania