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Start to let goOf your inhibitions,Because I'm tired of them.Get out of your seatThis is the intermissionMy hand is yours if you'll take it.Don't start to leaveI'm not impressedI've been here all weekAnd I'm finally dressedThis isn't a question of your intelligenceI'm sure you'll do just fine if I tested out your lips.Take a deep breathBefore you do something that you'll soon regretBecause I sure as hell won't be here,When you drop everything,I wouldn't pick up the pieces if you paid me.And I am TornBut I'm not homeAnd I'm never gonna leave(This isn't a question of your intelligence, I'm sure you'll do just....) Aus Songtexte Mania