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So it goes Off in a second, you’re gone and I’m just a lost soul My body is breaking I cannot feel my legs So I go back and forth in my bedroom Breaking my back on the things I thought I lack So it goes My mind is made up, I’m just an asshole backed up on my hope As I keep my hands down I will follow my brother And make my mark through the people I love And I’ll hold onto you So who will keep our hands clean When we are the old ones? Who will keep our hands clean When we are the old ones? And I’ll go So I'll go off on my own Just make up for my low esteem In what I create and what I’ll become when I’m old And I, I know I’ll never be more than my father And I’ll be better off for that, at least I hope So who will keep our hands clean When we are the old ones? Who will keep our hands clean When we are, we are the old ones? Aus Songtexte Mania