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Our eyes are moving Forward faster than These tangled chords I noticed that you want to leave We've burned out fast Deciding who could complicate us and What comes next So here's my proposition: While our work gets started We'll keep expected formula strong But I guess I won't be with who I belong And here's my job But I miss something My line of focus is centered on narrow thinking And not from what I think is good on it's own It's fading out Well, who can't do it? Pop is based on the most intimate charge But where it's at The scene permits it They're not concerned with technique Feeling is all And when words spit out and I disintigrate Maybe I'm not in such control Maybe I needed enough to get me through this And then into breaking up form Aus Songtexte Mania