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I am not a part of all your torrent, feathering talk I only hear teeth clicking about And your voice bouncing on walls in our house My belly is warm And soon we'll be taking you in And out of the wild, cold storm I don't want to shout back Or answer one question Without a plan or a counter-attack So little gets done So little Yes, fun I am not a part of the long and tiring walk I only have fingers and sentiment To mind where we keep all our sweet thoughts So little gets done So little Yes, fun Aus Songtexte Mania