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I’ve got the key to my head in my lungs Tongue keeps rolling around in my mouth Out I walk through the park in the light Darkness circles around on the grass That’s how everything seems When you dream of sweet wonderful things And the smells… Should I sell? (don’t sell it, no don’t sell it) My mind’s a spigot and I’m starting to dig it I’ve got buckets of time in my hands Am I spilling them right, I don’t know It’s too early to tell, should I sell? Or save some for myself, well You know I don’t need money for much Should I sell? (don’t sell it, no don’t sell it) My mind’s a spigot and I’m starting to dig it I’ve got buckets of time in my hands Am I spilling them right, I don’t know It’s too early to tell, should I sell? Or save life for myself, well I just don’t know Can't you show Me where to go Aus Songtexte Mania