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At fifteen I left my foster home Looking for the people I call my own But all I found was pain and strife And nothing else but an empty life So, open up your eyes, open up your mind Be careful of the things you hope to find There's plenty of people six foot underground Who were very unhappy with the things they found I'd have a drink to dull the pain Too drunk to dodge the winter rain Yeah I got soaked inside and out And if you don't know what I'm talking about Just open up your eyes, open up your mind Be careful of the things you hope to find But there's plenty of people six foot underground Who were very unhappy with the things they found You can’t be happy ‘til you’ve been sad You can’t know the good unless you’ve known the bad You can’t have peace until the battles ore And you can’t heal unless you’ve been sore So open up your eyes, open up your mind Be careful of the things you hope to find There's plenty of people six foot underground Who were very unhappy with the things they found Aus Songtexte Mania