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Will it wash away? Will it ever seem right again? Is it a passing phase? Or a search for those lesser known qualities? I can feel when you lie I can see the regret staring in your face I forsee the demise I feel content for a day Parts flown in out of state It's a rare antique that you're seeking out All your life Hearts won't beat up your ace They're seen all the cards That your dealing out Every day Words we confiscate Words we utilize to falsify the evidence In a modern age In a world where you can't believe in anything Simple plan we devise Sum of all hopes and fears of prosperity Stubborn will could comply So free will you can escape Close my eyes, bless me all the way Aus Songtexte Mania