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I heard a word that they paint mirrors on their face And soon forget that they reflect but don’t create I heard that birds were drawn to peck at such charades And I’d put money on your struggles to relate Those who find themselves acclaimed Go to God to get renamed It took one god seven days to go insane You never know, you could surprise us all in time Who’ll ever know if it was you that caused the crime? I know a rose that only cares to bloom at night It’s that morе lovely than the ones who seek thе light You crawled across a crowded room To get your picture with the bloom Something rare but it’s not theirs to entertain I predict that this affliction lasts for life I suspect that you’ll regret your lust for light I suggest that you address your appetite For to be seen to cast your beam across the night You crawled across a crowded room To get your picture with the bloom You plucked and called it by your name I’ve seen good men go insane before they’d call a rose By any other name Aus Songtexte Mania