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Before I spoke in riddles, I was worried someone would hear me Now I know that no one really listens so I will just speak clearly I don't have private thoughts, just a lyrical worksheet For mangling my observations on the meter and the beat And in the process of it, on every line Sooner or later I'll have to change the meaning to fit the rhyme But back in the skylight all of the stars Turn into sound and then they shout down at me Though they are far away, they shout so loudly I think I may know what they're saying to me It's on the tip of my ear; it's almost palpable! I have to listen closely and get my mind around it! And when I understand it I'll just transcribe it This time when I write it down I'll do it faithfully I won't try to rhyme it Aus Songtexte Mania