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Chipping at the face, the face that you see The ladder you've drawn is as high as the kites on the wind Oooh where have you been Cos since I've been slipping, what wonders you've seen Now that I'm gone The ends are untidy and torn into strips But the morning has brought a fine shine to your lips With the slightest of hands, you're away with the damned And the slightest of hands, you're damned I've got one more question, that I would like answered If you've got the time to put your pen to my paper Lend me your ear, lend me your hand Anything other than understanding this and all of that If you're gonna say it then say it now If you're gonna say it then say it now Now There's plenty of you and there's plenty of me And there's plenty of things that we all want to be The ladder you've drawn is a as high as the kite on the wind I wrote you a letter, you sang me a song And we're all getting better at playing along With the slightest of hands we're away with the damned And I don't understand this on my own. We are thieves with our dagger but our goods are outweighed There's a shadow in this town that has us to stay With the slightest of hands, you're away with the damned. Aus Songtexte Mania