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When the cortisone kids were clearing everyone said, "The sky's gone out." Entering into unseen contracts Smiling their way into a black and white world. Now everyone is lining up and no one knows what for Plastic man-machines are merely fodder for us. If you squint you might be able to imagine what this used to hold... She's got an attic where she holds colors hostage Releasing them for view but only through her kaleidoscope eyes. Aus Songtexte Mania