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wet lips are keeping me down on my own where it's all about appearence there's not a gift inside blue eyes on wednesday nights it seems they bright please take me away before they fade again not all the shining things have been made of gold to dive in dusty beds searching for something deep and find the emptyness of another sleepless night the only one I ever loved was puttin me in a grave and I never found anyone else to share a better day I would cut my hands off to fall in love again the cold heart I used to have got nothing fuckin left wet lips are keeping me Songtextedown into loneliness where it's all about appearence there's not a gift inside blue eyes on wednesday nights it seems they bright please take me away before they fade again Aus Songtexte Mania