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I'm my own cliche investing my own pain it's cynica; but warm in is own way i'm my own fake smile a grounded innder child won't lie down 'til i'm awake. i'll wait for one good reason and i'll sit right back here tomorrow - cut in two i'll wait for one good reason and i'll be knocking on your window. i'm half awake holding on i'm back in place holding on the players have been cast reflections of the past faded signatures on worn-out contracts distinctions have been lost my instincts all been ceased i'll lay down and bag for sleep (Thanks to Kirsten for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania