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You take the splinters from the tambourine To split the skin to feel something I'm not alone, I'm drowning out The things I hate to talk about Well ohh no, it's too late to let the feelings truly show Well Maybe you'd come walk with me Come talk with me How can I realign the avenues of better times When will I cease fucking up endlessly The sharpened teeth and roots of memories Came too late for me to see The cast was blind and searching for the light switch in the dark Got tangled in the strings of a heart Well Maybe you'd come walk with me Come talk with me How can I renovate the foolish motives of lost debates When will I cease fucking up endlessly Come and walk with me Come and talk with me How can renovate the foolish motives of lost debates When will I cease fucking up endlessly Aus Songtexte Mania