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Write a song, and the pens bleeds through When I'm writing lyrics it's hard not too In my Chuck Taylor shoes, I'm dressed in black Thinking of a song in all my word reacts Take my time, no rushing please No need to rush artistic speak It depends on my emotion, Guess what I am now I'm Complaining! I'm Invading! And I'm Angrier than I've ever been! Got an agenda that I need to please Hit my notes and pluck my strings Grab a bite and then it's back to work Testing EQ's for the best reverb Studio captive for about 6 days I'm way to tired to even stay awake It depends on my emotion, Guess what I am now I'm restraining! From Complain! I have more now than I've ever had! Aus Songtexte Mania