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So we sit like particles in matter You turn my head with your million dollar answers In this aching routine, why does it seem so hard to be here? Do I leave my heart here? Then you open me up and look inside me Like paper bags and little surprises The transition between multiple takes of surgery And we leave it open to interpretation Invisible remarks line up across my lap Like marching dolls I'm giving orders to collapse Dashing by into this aching routine Do I leave my heart here? Then you open me up and look inside me Like paper bags and little surprises The transition between multiple takes of surgery And we leave it open to interpretation Then you open me up and look inside me Like paper bags and little surprises The transition between multiple takes of surgery And we leave it open to interpretation Aus Songtexte Mania