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Once a poor, shy, western kid raised on cornflakes, family, and radio it must have been so difficult to speak your mind being the youngest in a group of nine whose minds are staring at The way across our broken lives when common trials meet with common virtue will you count me in to count me out? and the road it leads to they'll leave a bed for you Found myself at seventeen just fooling around, but staying clean your gumball ring reminds me we've been best friends since the age of eight we've seen the need to every day when our minds are focused on The way across our twisted lives when common trials meet with common virtue will you count me in to count me out? and the road it leads to they'll leave a bed for you Songtexte Then we have to tell ourselves we can't give in when common trials meet with common virtue will you count me in to count me out? and the road it leads to they'll leave a bed for you You can cross the ocean I will cross the sea joining into white light to get us out of here You can tear the pictures I can burn the poems someone's who's not perfect someone's who's not real And we left your home at seventeen to find a life more like our dreams we can rely on their designs x3 Aus Songtexte Mania