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[Holmes/Mackintosh] There's no provocation There's no sense of fear There's no adaptation There's no sorrow But, maybe when you're dead I can hate you Maybe when you're dead I can hate you Without limitations Without bitter years Without annihilation There's no result But, maybe when you're dead I can hate you Maybe when you're dead I can hate you There's no provocation There's no sense in tears There's no litigation There's no product But, maybe when you're dead I can hate you Maybe when you're dead I can hate you Aus Songtexte Mania