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Lay on the floor It's nice to end the day And things are alright It's only that thought, it gets in the way And is she gonna go? Or is she gonna stay? Gonna stay here with me. And I am often confused By the order of the things that I do It's just an easy way to lose Beauty, stillness, and truth. And it was grey outside It'd been gray for days And it makes a day long and dry When it's grey with no rain Grey with no rain. You know that I am often confused By the order of the things that I do It's just an easy way to lose Beauty, stillness, and truth. And I'm gonna sing till I don't need a thing to hold on to I'm gonna write till there's nothing inside that's not true I'm gonna sing till I don't need a thing to hold on to I'm gonna write till there's nothing inside that's not true Aus Songtexte Mania