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I'd like to believe in one thing that you'd say to me would you like to leave when i try to talk it all it turns out to be turn on the stove in the little tiny room that our friend calls a home my head fills with heat from the knife in your hand to mine I'd like to understand what you think about why it seems so bad it's only escape from everything i know i'm weak i know that i'm sad turn on the stove in the tiny little room that our friend calls a home Songtexte my head fills with heat from the knife in your hand to mine sand Aus Songtexte Mania