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Would she set it(?) side-by-side with all your bullshit from last May You like to live what you can't do and you know you ain't It's very hard, I know, with nothing to give away Your message like oil pan, every plate The mesmerizing song that locks the starting gate A queasy giant or a greasy saint It's nice to know the things you lost were real Crudely fashioned pillar to hide behind Will mount upright in the bleeding rain An old dead horse with a cheap new coat of paint A queasy giant or a greasy saint It's nice to know the things you lost were real It's nice to know the things you lost were real Aus Songtexte Mania