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This... Is the Summer of My Discontent It was a fine day dreaming, screaming like the demon was. It gave an accent to the things beyond. What are the secrets, And who's thirsty anyway here's the sword, give it to thechild as he goes... Down. It will all come back to you If you don't stand for something, You'll fall for anything So masking tape your broken wing, Don't wait till that lady sings. The king sits inside you, In silence here the trumpet sound The mystical mantra twirling, spinning, exploding... Down Songtexte The turmoil all around I'll be the rock for you This is the Summer of my discontent Aus Songtexte Mania