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[Words & Music: M. Kiske] Can get a long way to the top If you don't wanna rock n' roll The party just don't stop And all their beats won't go I can breathe on my own There's no need to pitch along Here's my breed, a silent tone And I please no one, no! I can reach all night I hear them preach all right But the prayers fall back On the senders selfish neck And there's what I get: It's nearly almost there, Without a leave And as much I want to share, It's still a: not much me In a while it's close to gone Inappropriate and fun Was it you, who said it's wrong? SongtexteIf it's true, I might be done! I can reach all night I hear them preach all right So my prayers fall back On the senders selfish neck And here's what you get: I'm sad and out of love We never love enough A wounded heart plays rough And out of touch [solo] I can reach all night I hear them preach all right But the prayers fall back On the senders selfish neck And you get yours yet! Aus Songtexte Mania