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so hold on its more than I can take can't save you everyday it can't always be your way (I can't right your mistakes) there is a box and it remains unopened you have two fears fingers crossed and you're hoping that you won't be that ordinary that it won't be long there is a paper in your pocket you that was chosen by the guilty with gavels they have spoken and there's a stutter in your step that won't let you forget we'll take this to our graves that's all that I can say there's comfort in the quiet scene providing lines to read between and these hallowed halls and postered covered walls aren't enough for you to see what I mean we'll take this to our grave, there's little left to say it would be fatal anyway, it really is that simple Aus Songtexte Mania