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The sponge sits dryed up on the sink four days have passed since the house was clean locked out of the gates of my own harsh world driving down the lifeless streets looking up for worthless dreams getting my heart torn out by a so called girl... friend (chorus)Rocket Ship blasted off to outer space the dreams that i chase are behind me now but the things that i have done only just begun and im still trying to figure out The suicide is still with me my mind is not clearing from the measures i have to have keeping away from the parade staying inside our little game if you keep telling me im going to get mad Aus Songtexte Mania