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There must be a broken wing In the soul of my flight machine There must be a broken vein That pumps the blood to my heart of pain That allows me to survive There must be a broken beaker In the power supply between me and my maker There must be a reason I still stand on two legs Rock beats scissors, and pride never begs Anyone to survive Survival isn't all it's cracked up to be There's such a thing as being just a little too free I feel like I've lost at least Twenty percent of me There must be a guardian angel Who's forgotten the difference Between safety and danger My book of common prayer says In God you will trust Your ash still burns, your desire is not dust Stand up, keep moving, get up, keep breathing Survive, survive, survive, survive SongtexteI need more than you can give me I need more than there is left I need more than you can give me I need more than there is left I need more than there is Aus Songtexte Mania