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Have you ever held something until your hands were aching? And then let it go and watched it fall and listened to it breaking? I have held back time and tide when all the world was plenty But now my hands are open wide, open wide and empty For every breath that leaves me now another comes to fill me. And for every death that grieves me now, the next one will surely kill me. For those borders crumble every day, the fault-lines are showing. And all I thought was here to stay slowly is going History abandons us and we're holding on, holding on to nothing but dirt and dust. We're holding on, holding on While those borders crumble every day, the fault-lines are showing. And all I thought was here to stay slowly is going. Songtexte Have you ever held something until your hands were aching? Then let it go and watched it fall and listened to it breaking? Aus Songtexte Mania