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wind a golden wire around my crown this lazy life, yeah, gaze on by weigh the chains and now my air is going 'cause i'm running down running down my way say when my days are through every sundown sweeps on by ailerons and fire roads will cut their way to somewhere the junk will settle from the storm that's mine if the future has a story, then let it happen faster 'cause nothing seems to blow up when it should 'cause i may have found there's a way to light a candle, yeah only taken from those nights and you know that they don't ever live long i may be alright saturday and there are no reasons to leave my surroundings 'cause i am drinking my own stuff and i feel that i am getting high getting high Aus Songtexte Mania