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honey the sound's with me i'm still sitting around there's favor in the temper you know there's the sounds and the djinns and hipsters coming from the attic window in a poor suburban blow i think you're out of your mind i think you're out of your mind i think you're out of your mind i think you're out of your mind baby you make me write good lines and i put them after your good lines i would think there would be some more time for more and more stuffs coming on now and i tattoed your birth face on my arm and i'm still hanging on to it you can sit there on the pier sometimes and listen to my ever ready complaints i think you're out of your mind i think you're out of your mind i think you're out of your mind sometimes and i think you're out of your mind going down, over the city... is a big and a slow sun splitting off on the space between roof tops time is still reserved for you and i yeah time is still reserved for you and i i think you're out of your mind Aus Songtexte Mania