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Trace patterns to see If we’re just rewriting history The die, it was cast long ago A carbon copy we could have been Buried under files that won’t be seen The die, it was cast long ago Everybody seems content to fade away Oh, you got it, don’t shut it away Something once mattered to me But it’s forgotten so conveniently Is it the end of the family line? A carbon copy I could have been Don’t you know I never settled for the in-between The die, it was cast long ago Everybody seems content to fade away Ooo you got it, don’t shut it away Aus Songtexte Mania