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I hope a thorn bush catches my skin And tears me open For the world to see And then maybe you could see Because you need security But you still run, run... run away There's no red exit sign above our souls Killing such an idol only shows There's no one to drag away our bodies in time Two lovers lay dead in their prime I hope a thorn bush cuts you up And you can bleed All over this town And drench everyone with guilt And now it's on you But you still run, run... run away There's no red exit sign above our souls Killing such an idol only shows There's no one to drag away our bodies in time Two lovers lay dead in their prime The next time I ignore you I won't forget The more I run the closer you will get SongtexteYou can't change the errors you can't see It's been wasted [we don't read & write poetry because it's cute. we read & write poetry because we are members of the human race. and the human race is filled with passion. the medicine involved in this engineering these are noble persuits and are necessary to sustain life. poetry, beauty, romance, love... these are what we stay alive for. the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse. the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse. what will your verse be?] There's no red exit sign above our souls Killing such an idol only shows There's no one to drag away our bodies in time Two lovers lay dead in their prime If this is drawn out then you should see the sky That I drew under the blink of an eye When you broke the hearts of those who knew What it was to be wasted Aus Songtexte Mania