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If you look just through the mist in front it’s there it’s small but you can just see it-See whatYou can just see it through there just look a bit more carefully-Yeah but there's like nothing thereAnd that’s cuz your looking out my window look out your own window manFloat backIt’s gonna be a long walk home and I’m just a stone’s throw from a telephone tone You can tell from the groan it’s engaged throw the phone in a rageRip the yellow paper page like a poemWatch me show’ em say the lips to the mountains wide hips Smiling like a crisis before applying like thisKeep calm let the mist take you by its blind visionWalk slowly don’t bother with the offers to be drivenThere ain’t nothing like living stay cunning fight systemsKeep running write riddens speak something like missionsDon't sleep but if you do then dream freaky bright thrillsSteal souls like television listen if you willFill her up drill it out spill your beans like a journal Still the scenes never certain with my verbal in reversalGet immersed in your words create verse and wake upA long walk a short day and no place to stay stuckWith the mind not fully made up but up and goingIn a time when a rookie gets cut for not glowingOpen trips throwing ship it’s whatever way possibleSongtexteIt's gonna be a long walk home but not optionalIts gonna be a long walk back I never asked for directions now I’m guessing which trackThere many and the maps like a riddle with a trap I collapse in the quick sand its gripping like sapIsolated and exhilarated biting off a chunk of a cloudThrow the scrapes to the crowds open mouthsAs it drops hear ‘em shout watch the doubt fade awayWhile all pals find the minutes in the day to conversateAs opposed to conglomerate we operated our intellectual propertiesAnd act beyond rhetorical philosophy another moon another odyssey With clipped wings an anomaly on instinct hanging on to thin stringLaughing at your lip sync sinking for success it’s a long road I think you need a restCatch a breath yells the city to the soul but death ears were to coldSo fresh beers were sold cheap to the questions unsolvedAnd the page folds easily the hero failed dismally the crowd applaud decentlyAnd they hear of no conspiracy the advice is to rich for me delivered by clonesI reject it and keep going on the long road homeThere ain’t nothing like livingSpeak something like missions Aus Songtexte Mania