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Time to share a story from this odd balcony And we'll make it tasty with sweet melodies And the sardonic wit and costumed rhetoric And we'll giggle from beneath our blanket of shtick We exaggerate and we pontificate And leave out the details that incriminate You can catch us peek out from behind the metaphors Just long enough to see if anyone is catching on Hide in the songs Hide in the songs Hide in the songs we must confess Our lives are not really as hopeless, Heartless, haunted as we'd like to think yeah we're just privileged brats And we barely understand What it means to be oppressed We just crave something real To let out how we feel So we can start making payments On our sizable emotional debt We hide in the songs Aus Songtexte Mania