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Well, here we are, adrift again I can taste the spit in the oxygen The pilot's song forgotten at the yard To feel the awful trembling hands of God And I hope that this plane goes down So I can see who comes to mind So I can see who comes to mind Yeah, I can crack a smile And I'm all right, I'm just so tired of feeling tired The conscious floating in and out of our cartoon Sedated in a cheery underworld Thoughts of leaking out A dry and gaping mouth And I hope that this plane goes down So I can see who comes to mind So I can see who comes to mind And I hope that this plane goes down So I can see you one last time So I can see you one last time And dream away And dream away And dream away And dream away Aus Songtexte Mania