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i'm tired of all the reflex set me up then break me up all those empty promises designed to piss me off you're gonna get yours in the end thats when your head gets soft i cant believe no simpathy no recourse for the dead out of adriatic into nothingness instead i'm through with this cause i cant watch the world from my bed i'm history to this city i'm gone though you cant tell sommersaults in body bags just like a frozen hell ex-patriot self-exhiled got no more me to sell Aus Songtexte Mania