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and the brave son, stares at his white bedroom wallsand the brave daughter, knocks on the door in the halland the brave son, covers his ears when she calls and brave daughter, makes conversation and stallsshe tries to get him to come, out where the sharp bullets fly she knows his self-worth, won't do much against leaden skyshe knows the last thought, he has after each bento boxis of a shark fin, they're circling all subway stops and that his old man, is ancient and working till deathto keep his clothes on, beneath his prisoner's deskhe's spent the years now, reciting the lyrics of song he tries to leave now, but somewhere the beat has gone wrong Aus Songtexte Mania