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A million miles from crescent skies Far from light or dire times We exercise our right to fly up eye to eye 'til we arrive And as we fall back down to our demise To a pillow case and a mighty sigh Short of breath from a climb this high I think, "What a decline." If this is it I'm fine with dying Say goodbye to everything that I am Flesh and mind Thoughts of Freud And hello odes of joy I'm your newest employee waiting to be assigned And oh how I will oblige Blindly, kind, without a fight Let's rest (Sex) Aus Songtexte Mania