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I give a pen to my writing hand on a public place Before that I was sitted, observing the street and some walkers I'm not the only one on a table alone holding my chin And it's not a break, I choose where I stay and so I'm here Sometimes I mind, sometimes not what this passengens think now Some stareing eyes crossing my sight but I'm not so shy, somehow A talking beautiful girl, a not-so-thin man both wordful and secure A waiting line with some people buying or paying bills I'm not sure Lots of couple dating, argueing or waiting for friends whose are late We are almost all the same, some blood, some veins, some enclosured soul, some fate What make us so unique at last, the slower, the fast, our worst, our best What make us so loveable, or else so hateable, each goal behind each past Sporty, elegant, contemporaneous, dirty, pleasant, gourgeous A bit in each one, a lot in some, we're just ovulous and sperm An uncountable combination of genes, some explained or just seen And behind or beyond who can tell the only untouchable thing Brainwashed or not, the (only) truth we really got, our thought, our thought Behind a kiss, behind a hug, our thought Behind a fight, behind a shot, our thought Behind fakeness, behind honesty, our thought Behind what I feel, behind what I see, my thought Behind what I love, behind what I write, my thought Behind what you listen, behind what you got, your thought Behind or beyond, we long with our thought Aus Songtexte Mania