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Mark the page Lay the pen to rest There's never any traffic here I guess it's for the best On his strings Tied against the hum I know some goals are interesting Just let the patterns fade Between a window and a wall Folks, they find a flock Metallic patterns carry you Bricks will guide the wall Find your mark Sort through four dead ink Strapped for time, you take the line Follow where it goes Forced to draw up a plan This room's too bright to hide Explodes the faults that shape yourself Don't forget to write Aus Songtexte Mania