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I like listening to you with my fingers in my ears I like crying quietly and then siphoning my tears Into the roots of flowers I'll do it for hours Until I am tired That’s when I conspire To change! To rearrange my dotty mind To grow To do all the things that you won't No! I like touching my own mind with my fingers in my mouth I like teething with romance, all these things they help me out I get into the shower I cry there for an hour That's how I solve my problems I wash away the dour CHANGE! To rearrange my dotty mind TO GROW! To do all the things that you won’t CHANGE! It's sticky in between my limbs SongtexteYOU SAY! “please get that shit off of my skin,” CHANGE! I do not like dictators My finger's on the fader The game ain't in my favour Yeah, but I change that later Maybe you're not a saviour She won, congratulate her! Your juvenile behaviour Makes me respect you less Dust the cobwebs off! Let's begin! Bust out wooden sword! That's the spirit! ‘cause I can't not change Yes I may be soft! That’s the thing — When you fling your rocks They just spring! Yeah I hope you’ve changed CHANGE! To rearrange my dotty mind TO GROW! To do all the things that you won't CHANGE! It’s sticky in between my limbs YOU SAY! “please get that shit off of my skin,” CHANGE! Aus Songtexte Mania