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I don't listen that much Her ears are out of tune I don't like to be touched but I'll look right into you Try to make some sense of it all this foolish notion Her eyes were sad Blue as the ocean I'm drowning Changes cross her eyes and touch the witnesses Crabs are on the beach this irresistable bliss that swallows whole Broken up again for the day Try masturbation Tried to throw it all away Black resoloution Try to make some sense of it all this foolish notion Her eyes were sad Blue as the ocean I'm drowning Aus Songtexte Mania