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see the sun there showing up see the flower growing up the one that's in your smile let it grow there for a while every spoken word's a lie next chapter's written by the big guy while all the poetry died in our rooms where also died the quiet the armour of the scarabeus is what I'm hoping for so I'm twisting around in my visions to find the tree of life it's my task to keep my skin for the music and the pain to thin for the fear and for my heat for the women and my lead Aus Songtexte Mania