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An empty plate for love & hate, so hungry like they never ate And if you fight, noone fights back - 200 killings Now I know that death is wearing black A hand that holds me without strength - a hand that touches me without weight The troops of love are flying out - very angry, very loud - You can see it from the air - when you get hit, You don't know where, and nothings seems fair A hand that holds me without strength a hand that touches me without weight And with no flag left to defend - a hand that pushes me Anything as long as you touch me - Touch me - touch me - touch me Aus Songtexte Mania