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I steal the notes from other bands I fill their shoes with wet cement I make you think of certain things And when you talk the things you'll say I'm pretty sure of what you want I bet you want the same as me You want to think of something smart Something someone would repeat But I'm giving up on all that fuss I'm gonna tell you how it is And when you get your turn to talk I hope your microphone is up And the critics go whoa. . . yeah, yeah They go oh. . . yeah, shotgun But for now just watch the screen Let me control the things you think You'd like to think you could resist But you're being hypnotised by this Think of the clock you thought of I was wagging back and forth Now you're hypnotised by us SongtexteAre you studying my voice? When my hand stops you'll wake up To your daily concerns I'm counting backwards in your head You're letting me do all the work You're under my thumb. . . yeah yeah You're under my thumb. . . yeah How about that, girls/boys? Aus Songtexte Mania