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kill all the copyrights and loosen my tongue I love my friends and all my friends are in love I'll say it louder when you think I've said enough we're cynical and young and wide-eyed and old anger is easy, everything's over-sold except the only ones who know you and you know drum on the clocks and strum on the wires unlock the box that cages desire call it a jubilee it's not make-believe beneath the satellites there's still a sign of life and we are beautiful tonight I curse 2003 they put bombs in my dreams but I wake in the one place I want to be the precipice of the arising event all of the elements are present and tense in fancy dress and all exploding to express drum on the clocks and strum on the wires unlock the box that cages desire call it a jubilee you make me believe beneath the satellites there's still a sign of life and we are beautiful tonight Aus Songtexte Mania