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books and covers and pigeon holes... walk in the door ears burning already in a box - wheels turning pre-conceived notions and quiet whispersjudge me on what I say judge me on my everyday judge me on yesterday calendar day cliché mohawks and dyes - nothing but lies i don't wear dickies nor have any piercings and i even forgot what emo meant what it was and what it is and how it defines the giver and the gifti'll never be your ... i even forgot what emo meant what it was and what it is and how it defines the giver and the gift after all, music's emotion Aus Songtexte Mania