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You're in a trance called superstition Collecting and believing the voices from the past created by lesser men, never forgetting their names Every blinking eyelid holds a dream. I know that you can see shadows but this time I think you're mistaken And when the night has gone badly and headlights are screaming at me I have one more question for you - What is it you think you see? I have one more question for you - What is it you think you see? Aus Songtexte Mania