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Do you recall the word you said to me? The one you could not wait to hear from me You called yourself the poet to my face and the minute that you said it you turned into nothing much at all Whoa, yeah When the who's, the what's and why's and where's your psyche come face-down and hit me full up-front and you chase away the praise You called yourself the rebel to my face and the minute that you said it, you turned into nothing much at all Yeah Do you recall the word you said to me? the one you could not wait to hear from me You called yourself the beauty to my face and the minute that you said it you turned into nothing much at all and the minute that you said it you turned into nothing much at all the minute that you said it you turned into nothing much at all the minute that you said it you turned into nothing much at all the minute that you said it you turned into nothing much at all Aus Songtexte Mania