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24 cans stacked from floor to ceiling how many can you drink? yeah buddy that's all me and I'm just starting to see what's been right here in front of me and all the places that I've been here right in front of me anything is barely real tonight I'm feeling ultra sane tomorrow you can't even spell your name tonight I'm feeling ultra sane tomorrow might kill me to scale the walls ya take a look up from the floor to the ceiling to the floor looking back to make sense of consequence hindsight is 20/10 at best a desperate attempt to squelch the jarring concussion of every event Aus Songtexte Mania