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What does one do when the inspiration is merely sensory? A mind set fast on satisfaction, a heart riddled by uncertainty I found myself befuddled by the tragic rapture of reverie Teacher, isn't this straddling lesson a tiny bit extreme? I need an ear But you bring your gavel along I need calm, I need silence, forgiving eyelids, and arms that I can fall into I need an ear And you call yourselves open-minded And you claim that you're quite tolerant And you pride yourselves as anti-superficial SongtexteBut what are these whispers I hear behind my back? I threw back the glass not once but five times, destroying the cells of misery I laughed and smiled the whole night long and never once did I feel guilty Walk and walk and walk and walk and talk and talk and talk and talk - that's all I ever want to do anymore Shot up the classroom, raped in the bathroom, but can't find love? Life's a whore I need an ear But you bring your gavel along I need calm, I need silence, forgiving eyelids, and arms that I can fall into I need an ear Aus Songtexte Mania