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As I was walking through a life one morning The sun was out, the air was warm but ohh, I was cold, and though I must have looked a half a person, to tell the tale in my own version, It was only then that I felt whole. Do you believe in something beautiful? Then, get up and be it Fighting for the smallest goal: to get a little self-control. I know how hard you try. I see it in your eyes. Call your friends, 'cause we've forgotten What it's like to eat what's rotten, and what's eating you alive, might help you to survive. We went on, as we were on a mission, latest in a Grand Tradition. Ohh, what did we find? It was Ego who was flying the banner, Me and Mia, Ann and Ana, ohh, we'd been unkind. Do you believe in something beautiful? SongtexteThen, get up and be it Fighting for the smallest goal: to get a little self-control. I see it in your eyes, I see it in your spine, But call your friends, 'cause we've forgotten What it's like to eat what's rotten And what's eating you alive, Might help you to survive Even the nights that could get better. And even the days aren't all that bad. And after a week of fighting, As more and more it seems the right thing Do you believe in something beautiful? Then get up and be it Fighting for the smallest goal: To gain a little self-control Won't anybody here just let you disappear? Not doctors, nor your mom nor dad, But me and Mia, Ann and Ana Know how hard you try, Don't you see it in my eyes? Sick to death of my dependence, Fighting food to find trancendence. Fighting to survive. More dead, but more alive. Cigarettes and speed to live, And sleeping pills to feel forgiven. All that you contrive, And all that you're deprived. All the bourgeois social angels Telling you you've got to change. Don't have any idea. They'll never see so clear. But don't forget what it really means to hunger strike, When you don't really need to Some are dying for the cause, but that don't make it yours. And even the nights, they could get better Aus Songtexte Mania