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Eyes wide open, it's taking hold of my life. Words unspoken, rumours cut like a knife. Walk a mile in my shoes then tell me, what do you see? It's high treason, open season on my life. Pour my heart out would that help to suffice? Walk a mile in my shoes Tell me, how would you feel? Clowns and reformers trap my words in a noose. Double dealing radar scanning for the truth Aus Songtexte Mania