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I packed my bags everything that i own and by the time you read these lines, i'll be gone 'cause all these words, they ain't what i mean they're just some lines that i'm here telling to some machine. and i owe my soul to the company store i owe these sheets from the bed that i'm tying into a rope it cuts a path and throws a shadow and leaves a bruise on my chest where i've held it much too close. and you flood my heart in such a way damn thing was hollow before you came sometimes i think this life is like some kind of trick bouquet you think there's nothing, then it goes off in your face. fuck the party. fuck getting it moving. fuck all those good times that we all thought we deserved i owe my soul to this town and we've got nothing but a hole since we put our shovels down and you flood my heart in such a way this congestion might cause the thing to fail and you cause a state that the poor thing just can't take there's no room for blood since you got in the way Aus Songtexte Mania