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All my life, what I mistook for friendly pats on the back Were really the hands that pushed me further and further down The more I struggle, the less I achieve Deep, chlorine breath Minutes bleed into hours, bleed into days Something keeps me in this disinfected womb We see things differently in daylight, I suppose I mean, everything is an excuse for something But my conscience is intact, I can deny everything I'm waving into blind eyes Aus Songtexte Mania