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Faith in traffic Faith in healthy horses Faith in the salts of flesh, Faith in F sharp That quick flavor turning in a hardcore kid's eye, As if upwards to heaven As if faithfully by your side, I smell catalog numbers stacking, One yellow line racing one untouched spine. Let it relax All the muscles, tendons slack. It's not the worst that you've seen. Ports and docks, water and money Simple little guitar things All the worker bees Storm up the trees Do you need to reinstall? I can make the call. And the end becomes the trailer when, What's put down in penice reacts again, The end becomes the trailer when it's gone SongtexteThe end becomes the trailer when What's set down in fiction feeds back again, The end becomes the trailer when it's gone. Then our lives won't be based on facts, Just what we heard So we fold each other over like falling birds Zeros after Zeroes cloud our sight Aus Songtexte Mania